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Neha Singh

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Neha Singh

Abstract Tragedy Others

Particularly The Poles

Particularly The Poles

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 tragedy   life   abstract   wings   others   pleasure   real   chains   poles   particular 

Particularly the poles

Parenthisizing pleasures

Persuade us to anesthetize

The hope we fear to feel


A train of thoughts

Running recycles treasure

As we sentimentalize 

A life that is real 


How might we find a fantasy?

That strides into our heart

Awakening the winter wind

Bearing death and pain?


How might we live an ecstasy?

That makes our joy, a part

Leaving what we had behind

On wings, on winds, in chains?


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