Anusha Kumar

Abstract


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Anusha Kumar

Abstract


Who Am I

Who Am I

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The mother of peace,

An appreciation with a tease,

She got tired of her life,

Brawling with an inner strife.


Blame her not,

Pointing to those battles she's fought,

She hates me though,

Unaware that I'm a foe.


"You showed me vile"

She said "With your cunning guile"

Hits me hard with her fist,

Shattering me into pieces but with a twist.


I showed her more,

In every bit I fell, as I'm the mirror.


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