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Feb 2018
I heard a blast
Few yards away in the neighbourhood
Panic call to humanity
Help ! help ! Plz. help !

[ Disturbed, it made]

I remember the profile picture
Smiling, I was
I cursed myself.

I saw your profile picture
And, find the same,
No rights to invade your freedom
I never dared.

Later with heavy heart, I tried to
Neglect, forget, adopt.
“Survival of the fittest”,
As old man said.

Being a cold stone
Here, I am awake
In a clean sheet with no bloodshed
It was 4:48 AM, Kathmandu

Good day, whoever  hears.
Theme: #Haunted #disturbedmind
[Night at the war zone, being Syrian]
Mystic Ink Plus
Written by
Mystic Ink Plus  M/Nepal
     Thomas, Keith Wilson and JD24
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