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Besotted legs and Trampled shadows

Daddy comes everyday when the twilight Bifurcates the light into shadows Like a miscreant, grasshopper Intrudes into the cracks of walls Mom became a vociferous loudspeaker Alcohol staggers inside his belly Like the movement of snake.. He never came that day Mamma's hand freezed with Wheat flour and dough My rapacious belly was ready to suffer Starvation.. And I thought Where did Those besotted legs and trampled Shadows go? It can't go to some other pastures Some other homes, It can't slap some other shoulders.. Myopic eyes often started to sew the dress again enhancing the sartorial elegance.. I missed those shadows hued with that Of pickles and spirit.. Still I proclaimed: Shadows have gone.. Light is yet to come... Life is yet to start

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Date: 5/22/2020 5:47:00 PM
Awesome write, Sneha.
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Date: 5/17/2020 4:36:00 AM
Sneha, a heart touching write. Hope all well. Mohan
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