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Jul 2017
My body is
A bag of broken promises
A sachet of secrets.
My complicated past
Is still a joyful pain.
Memories flutter the heart
And readily become brain -***.
The ***-ash dewdrops
On the sands of time
To arise phoenix -like.
I ask myself :
When will you get peace
Seek truce with past time
To start anew  ?
Written by
Rajinder Pal Chaddah  74/M/India
(74/M/India)   
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