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Jun 2014
Blood all around,
In her own blood she had drowned.
Thrashed,Slammed,Pushed away,
Her body had shown her soul a way out.

Silence so loud,she could hear no more.
Silence grabbed her and her body it tore.


Swallowing deep she muttered some words
For help she was trying to call some birds.
No humans could she call.
For none were left; for her, who would fall.

In her last breath she looked at all the cuts,bruises,wounds,scars she had fed herself with,
All of which had been signs of battles she had lost from herself.
Mehar Bawa
Written by
Mehar Bawa  Delhi
(Delhi)   
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