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May 2015
Run away from me, fella..
Tuck away to a corner, or a groove
I’ll still find you right there,
Just to shackle your every move

Will I die within an instant,
Or will it **** me slow,
Everyone’s still stuck at a question
What will it be? A Yes or a No?

‘FEAR’ is what they call me!
I have stopped to be a feeling,
What remains at the core though is just the ambiguity,
I’ve already lost my meaning.
Hardik Katyarmal
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Hardik Katyarmal  Kharagpur
(Kharagpur)   
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