Blog Roll Here. Posted by Bharath Upendra on August 16, 2019August 16, 2019 “Here lies the man broken by His dreams” Said the stone as I passed by He lived with the world, Now he sleeps alone No dried flowers on his side And nobody to mourn What do you live by? I think as I smoke A warmth fills my heart And I escape the cold With hopes soaring high and Spirits down and broke My life is my epitaph I walk the lonely road Share this:Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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😭 I’ll regularly come to put flowers on your grave but your ghost won’t accept only. You hate flowers na. 😞
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Flowers nahi!😠
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😒😒 Mogra chadhaungi na
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Khud chadhalo!!
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Marrne lagungi toh chadha lungi. 😹
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All the best ji
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50-60 years ruko aap bas 😂
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Me kahi nhi jaarha😎
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Who knows. Atheist log jaldi marr sakte. 😆😆 Hum bhagwaan bharose tik jayenge 10-12 saal extra.
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Jaldi mare toh acha hi hai na
Maardo mujhe
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😔 Naaaa. I can’t do this shubh kaarya.
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Ashubh karlo na thoda sa
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*sigh* sounds like someone who would have 80 dogs and die alone. Dreamer, eh?
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I would never have dogs.🤣
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Allergy??
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Don’t like having pets
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Someone’s dying alone
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No such luck.
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😂😂😂😂 Well played
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