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Ekta Pathak

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Ekta Pathak

Drama Children

All Alone

All Alone

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The disappointment  

of losing the competition

crowds my mind


The harsh wind

creeps up on me 

beside unwelcome thoughts 

I tremble

along with the tired leaves 


My face

resembles the gloomy sky 

as I walk

all alone.



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