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Sep 3
Amidst the dwindling string of hope,
I strum the merry notes of heart
Sweet and pleasant, like a singing lark.
My lips weave an exquisite poem,
While enforcing ideas from the depth of my mind and soul.
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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