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STRAYED SHEEP
Silenced like a strayed sheep,
With no place to go,
All my friends in the heap,
Are strangers that I know.
They see my pain and move on,
In a line and in a row,
All my friends in the heap,
Are strangers that I know.
We shared sun and rain,
Stayed like arrow & bow,
All my friends in the heap,
Are strangers that I know.
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Meenakshi Raina
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