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Nov 2014
Scorching rays of the sun made me tired.
Kindless words of men me worried.
Everything seems to hurt.
Nothing was close to heart.

Character I played was a tragedy.
Spectators found it as a comedy.
Fact was something hidden.
Matter was simply forbidden.

I heard a sweet sound,
but it was my heart's bound.
Longing for a miracle,
which is not mere an oracle.
Kezia Ann Joseph
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Kezia Ann Joseph  India
(India)   
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