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Nov 2014
Sending shivers down my spine
Veins as numb and cold as the Ganges
We spoke of faith and love trudged along
When you whispered your thoughts into me

I have been a forlorn sinner
With sins of troubles that nudged me tight
The embrace of wind brought you back
To the time I called you for dinner

Our obscurity gives me away
We look but shun, bury the night deep down
Today, my light flickers  as I stand
For the molted facade is my new play
Long long back.
Shreya Pokharel
Written by
Shreya Pokharel  Himalayas. Nepal
(Himalayas. Nepal)   
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