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Jan 2017
Fear has got etched
Somewhere conspicuous
Always visible
Hard to ignore

Fear of getting drawn
Into a storm bound to shatter
To pieces infinite
Never to be gathered

Fear that this would be
The blow last
Pushing one to a point
From which return one can not

The hand is risky
So, should I call?
Written by
Ananye Krishna  22/M/Varanasi
(22/M/Varanasi)   
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