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Mar 2023
They warn us of black cats ,
and broken glass,
And that number thirteen ,
brings fear in mass.

By tales of black magic and ,
tales of the dead,
In the name of tradition ,
we are often mislead.

Why to swallow these lies,
hook, line, and plot?
Why  not  to question if ,
these are  true or not?

That how can a dead ,
speak through a mouth?
If suspicious arises  ,
have faith in your doubt.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
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ajay amitabh suman  40/M/Delhi, India
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