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Dheeksheeth Kumar

Tragedy

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Dheeksheeth Kumar

Tragedy

Unlit Candles (Limerick)

Unlit Candles (Limerick)

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We feel the drops of isolation,

Can’t confess to humans, craving salvation.

It’s a curse we can't erase,

Fear and menace in our face,

Yet we live, seeking some compassion.


Dheeksheeth 



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