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Anisha Goswami

Abstract Drama

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Anisha Goswami

Abstract Drama

The Iron Nail

The Iron Nail

1 min
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The iron nail 

About to rust 

The fault is of the gale 

It brought the air and the dust 


Like the air, 

They keep coming in your life 

And intoxicate, without touching a hair 

And soon you realise, lost is time 

And it all feels unfair 


The impurities eat you away 

And you lose yourself and the trust 

You fade, finding no way 

Then like the iron nail, You rust 

Now, not only time but lost is trust 



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