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WHO ARE YOU TO ME?
The one who delivered a garden of roses, which also bears thorns?
A scenery that vanishes with time?
Or Memories of warmth destined to be bottled up?
Yet you were the rope I held tightly onto.
A daydream that rescued me from the clutches of a nightmare,
The comfy breeze that swept the lonely soul and
The water that revived the withered branches!
Now, as I hide myself in the closet of happiness that once gave me solace;
I bury myself in the abyss of darkness, swallowing ache.
I found you in the lively days as well as in lifeless nights,
Like a familiarly disguised portrait
And in the unfamiliar words of a renowned book!
Tears bounce back as the past runs behind,
I tremble hard as shivers run down the spine.
In a blanket of chaotic silence, I tread halfway down the lane,
Where I felt, it's wiser to press forward than to cast glances behind!
Hoping that passing clouds make the sun brighter, when they only bring rain
And now, who am I to you?
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NIVETHA Ganapathy
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