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Aug 2019
exploded,
The white balloon filled with black smoke,

choked,
the little hands that holded,

self-centred,
doctors asked for big dough,
if  they wanted to treat their doll,

begged,
The family members for mercy,

joked,
The staff and the  medico

knocked,
The doors of society with great hope,

peeped,
The ghastly devils from the key hole,

wanted,
The  fresh meal of a soul,

trolled,
The depressed anemic parents,

gazed,
The time was in  hurry ,

killed,
The hopes that were free,

drilled,
The heart of young she,

filled,
The eyes with tears,

chilled,
The warm lap of a mother,

grilled,
The love of a father,

burnt,
The two soul alive,
and the devils quickly arrived.
Satvik gupta
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Satvik gupta  21/M/India
(21/M/India)   
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