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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.

Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.

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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
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You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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