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Jan 2020
A touch
A kiss
A prayer
A smile
Every form is a feel.
So is the fear
Is the dismay
And the thought of
Unmoving time.
Deep pains unknown to self
Reveals its presence
Like an heart attack
Its root cause cannot be found
And lo its presence
Can never be healed.
Blessed are these moments of curse.
Blessed I am for being cursed.
Megha Sreevarprade
Written by
Megha Sreevarprade  22/F/India
(22/F/India)   
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