By Nagaraja G
April is the cruellest month for me,
A storm off the light of my life on April,
My life’s light won’t on again;
My mind always thinks about you.
I can’t forget the cruellest month,
Even though my heart beat vary;
Sometimes when I hear the word April,
April crucified Jesus Christ and it crucified me too.
I love September than cruellest month,
It gave birth to beautiful Stella.
By Nagaraja G
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