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Bow- Tie| Mamta Chodhary

I write to you Oh lord, In a little dismay, But I know you are there, So we are okay. But dont you take me lightly, Because more than a creator you are my friend, And I hope you to be more loyal, Unlike the people at this end. I may be mad at you, but I still have my faith, If you dont listen to my seven prayers, I will say my eigth. If you have you doors closed, I will climb a window, Because in all this fake world, Yours place is the best to go. And I know you are listening to me, Sometimes smiling to this girls annoying wishes, I know I am lecturing you with my problems, You may require a recess. I know the world has immense misery, Mine is so little, like my tie with a bow, But look how it is grabbing my neck, We need to take it off, I cant anymore. You might be receiving letters from rich, Also from ministers, celebrities or a superhero I know you wont have time for me, But even I am not a zero. Okay I will end here, I am bribing you a lil, I know its isnt right, Dont tell momma, I had no option, The bow tie is getting very tight.

 
 
 
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