Head, Heart And Home
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Aparna Chatterjee
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I hang in your Head
Heart and Home -
Like a pall of gloom.
You crushed the bud
That could have
Flowered in your life
With a fragrant bloom.
Now even if the Sun
Shines out there…
There is nothing but
Darkness in your
Closed heart’s dank room.
It is time you heard
The soothsayer’s prophecy
Would all be well again?
Or does it now only entail
Ruinous disaster and doom?
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