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Oct 2018
Born to the wrath of heaven,
Forged in the bliss of hell,
Consuming the purity of seven,
The pride in me took a swell!

Deep in the wells of desires,
Growing in the flames of pyres,
Contained by the social quagmires,
The envy in me became dire!

For all the love one has for self
Pride isn’t something to shelf,
For all the passion to be better
Envy doesn’t need a fetter!

Embrace thy emotions with equal share
For they make you who you are!!
Shivaraj Subramanian
Written by
Shivaraj Subramanian  31/M/Madurai
(31/M/Madurai)   
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