My lost memories

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My lost memories

She was sitting gleefully with smiles like sea
 As if the waves are glittering behind her,
Not in the sea but inside the woodland
To be accustomed to see beneficiary,
but not very selfish hereinafter.
The poorer live from hand to mouth
 And the richer are on the upstairs.
 I am growing older and the older
 Not being in the foreign strand
 But underneath the hot sun
I am always in the face of snakes
Perils like neighbour to supplement the ideas
Beset with its quiver or intoning the race.

Things that money can buy

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The girl at last made outcries to protect her
Inside the hole of the terrorists,
In the wake of a race with the trunk of the tree
As if the side creepers never permits her to do.
She was entangled and visualized towards
The man who was running but stabbed to death.
The girl could not move for her attitudes
The leaves of the trees were displaced;
 In the air and the meadow underneath
In the deep seated rock for everlasting precision.
Humans dwell on earth for fraternity and love
But the girl is deviated from the social ties.