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I can tell u this coz i know u don't belong to me.......

There was this kid left squealing on the road.... howling to get back the hand that left him there.... I left that kid long back... coz this child was asking for much more than i cud have given ... much more than i have ever got ..... may be its envy may be its instincts.... but i left the child all on himself in the midst of the road...........

This kid died long back and ... no ceremonial funeral for people to celebrate another incineration of a bud that cud have blown off big hats....... that wud have made wind so ferocious as it never has been....... This kid did not deserve a funeral ....... Lost in the conscience ...... trying to be reborn .... this kid never deserved a Burial....................