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by ps

Dropped from my mother's arm Daddy lifting me up through air I am still afraid of height! The long queue of cynicism standing up front Dark night and the show of thunderstorm Caged in a nazi gas chamber like a free bird with  its wing cut Haunting dreams of penguins plunged into ice rocks of the South pole A dream to own self burning down the hut of witch of mind! The cosmic power leading you to me May be u wish I was yours to be nursed Your womb awaiting my arrival in some parallel universe where I am a real poet !
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