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Pratima Agrawal

Abstract Others

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Pratima Agrawal

Abstract Others

One of Whys

One of Whys

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my thoughts that 

My tongue wants to utter but have no words 

coz the words are numb!

O thoughts! Let my brain at ease cease 

You sinister to my sleep don’t take my part away!

Oh words!

Pierce not 

like swords 

that pinches inside as the needle with no piece 

to stich but to weave those thoughts that are slave to my heart and they thwart my thoughts and my words go naive and the slave to my brain and ‘numbness’ prevails.


‘Pen'



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