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Dec 2016
Take away from me not
The one reason to be
Able to dream and believe
In a sweet emotion, life taught

I have lived in it a lot
Call it my dream
Call it my belief
Call it my character of sorts

Expect No one to call the shot
No one to reciprocate, I got
To find it in the abstract
It’s not for an act

It’s an emotion of my thought
I need no loaner
I need no moaner
I dare to live it
A reason to get
Into the sweetness, life brought
Written by
Yamuna NN
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