Restless
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Aparna Chatterjee
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Restless mind
Restless heart
Restless soul,
In a restless body
Need some rest.
They all await death
To release them from
Their restless misery.
They’ll fly away
Into nothingness
Leaving behind…
Their lifeless body.
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