This World's Devoid Of Heart
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Fold up your fist, luck plucked in palm,
Keep under wrap all hurts and harm,
Let not your face show pain nor stress
That no one dare proffer solace.
In sorrows, be it a sore flesh,
Keep smouldering red under ash.
Sympathies shown seem t'me fine art,
This world has lost a feeling heart.
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Reflections | 24.02.2019 |
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