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My Dear Life
Suddenly,
On a preoccupied day
Life is frowning
Life is snickering
Taking about,
Incoherence of life
All that spooked me in the night.
A sort of disorientation
Gulping me overtime
Where is my happiness?
Are they buried?
My head is heavy
I feel drowsy
Reluctant to talk
This time is lingering.
No! No!
Let me arise
Leave the rathole
Cross the outskirts
Soaring my hand
Towards this world
Hooting, chasing
My dreams
Can't be nostalgic
When my zero-hours are flying.
On this occurrence
Someone chirped,
Life needs to be tended
Before it is just a relic.
----My Dear Life
By Sara Tasnia
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Sara Tasnia
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