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Feb 2018
The spine chilling cold of self deprecation flows from our mind straight through our heart,
The all consuming fire burning down the trees of credence and tearing down the buildings of conviction,
The cyclonic winds and the torrential rain destroying every ounce of courage in it’s wake,
The drought ******* into every drop of fortitude you ever built.

She was familiar with these adverse conditions,
Privy to every ritual and traditions. She tried to bring a smile to faces known or unknown,
Maybe she knew the pain of being alone.
She could somehow make your demons seem less frightening,
Maybe she knew what one feels with fears heightening.
She always picks one up when they’re down,
Maybe she knows what’s it like to drown.
Abhra Paul
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Abhra Paul  19/M/India
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