Spelling
I stop my finger
Under the world ‘’wonder’’
And spell its each letter
Like I peel a fruit
A smell of life I get in my nostrils
Before I complete the first syllable
Each letter is a layer
Paves the way to form a phase
Till I reach to a syllable
To have a pause
Before I take the stress
The sound it produces
Resonates with the tune of life
Casting a deadly spell upon me
Whose grip will never loose
Till the string of surprise is cut
And I i am put to rest in grave .
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