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Mar 2014
It's cold
And my words
Are flowing away
Like dandelion seeds
Into the fields
The vast green meadows
Abruptly
And the questions
In my mind
Are now scattered
Like star dust
Among the audience
But I stand like
A harlequin
With my body numb
And my dying soul
Trying to resurrect itself
And my warbling fate
Longing to take a turn.
Mahima Gupta
Written by
Mahima Gupta  Kolkata
(Kolkata)   
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