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May 2016
A body of different moves,
seems wrong around here,
isnt it? how do you see it?
calling them with different names.

A person of different likes,
not given the necessary facilities,
climbing up with all their efforts,
to end up with all the basic things.

A human of different organs,
nurtured, loved, raises to be
a superhuman, just like superman,
hold the hand, lead the life.

A heart of different wishes,
patted on the back to buckle up,
is what is to be done, for it wishes,
here I am, to love the different cups.
Sri Shruthi
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Sri Shruthi  Chennai,Tamil nadu,India
(Chennai,Tamil nadu,India)   
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