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A woman with her peas and Concentration camps

And then all of a sudden I was in a mysterious world, A woman here shelling peas, for they have no rights to be wasted Being ignored in her shop, they were two days older She had more of the new arrivals but then she has got the power, that to know both the peas were same inside as how they should be I need to take her, to a faraway land, once gone There were these captives,begging to get their pea of the day in a camp full of illusions And those melancholic eyes would really find what grateful is, if they happen to see her

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Date: 3/11/2022 8:21:00 AM
"both the peas were same inside" - A very penchant way of writing. Beautiful!
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Subasree Gunasekaran
Date: 3/11/2022 11:52:00 PM
Thanks a ton!!
Date: 12/2/2021 11:40:00 PM
A poem that made me think about being grateful for small things. Well penned. Welcome to Soup!
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Subasree Gunasekaran
Date: 12/3/2021 8:07:00 AM
Means a lot, Thank you!!