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Hemalatha P

Thriller


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Hemalatha P

Thriller


Cryptic Crisp

Cryptic Crisp

1 min 122 1 min 122

I cognitate about myself

I congent to myself

For what?

I commemorated the moments

Which I love,

Some commotions entered 

In my way to cleave,

Clemency clenched me

Like my consanguinity,

My conscious consecrated me

With my consensus,

I contravened with my thoughts.


But God convened me

With her Holyness,

Thank God,

You curtailed my curse

And cuddled my heart.


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