Riddle Poem-1
D Deepak Kumar Pattanayak
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Riddle poem-1
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I come through your mind
I help you talk all through life
I am your sound
I am your feel
I am as cold as frosty wind
I am as warm as sunshine
I hurt without moving
I poison without touching
I bear the truth and lies
Sitting on your tongue
I am supposed to be your glam
Now can you guess what I am….?
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