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    2 poems – Megha Sood

    A thief called grief Grief always find its way like the water under the door an anxious child lost in the maze seeping quietly to places unknown it will sink and seep in your soul evade you at times. You…

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    A tree as a protest Art

        we talk in circles and to anyone they shout, ‘just get to the point already’ when none of them studied geometry or physics or Wordsworth or expectation you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend so,…

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