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My poetry
A galaxy of words,
A marvellous weapon
As an edgy sword,
Sometime it heals
But sometime pinches
It bleeds
Without cut into inches
Fellow of nights
And the shadow of days
Follow me every time
Any ways
Chops the emotions
To feel each bite
Gay, meloncholy
Whatever I'm not fright.
Dr. Ashutosh
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