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Aug 2017
words are
like birds,
they descend
on to my lawn
in droves,
chirp incessantly,
and fly away
even before
I pick up
my pen.
Ayaz
Written by
Ayaz  122/M/Kashmir
(122/M/Kashmir)   
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