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    • Nov 3, 2022
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She

By Surya Narayanan R


She a painting with no color.

She a song with no sound.

She a silence so loud.

She an empty crowd.

She a being of unknown.




She a queen on the throne.

She a mystery.

A contradiction of her own.

A breathing stone.

Sometimes, a cyclone.

She a slave to love.

She a rival to death.

A magic that brews life.

She’ll steal your breath.


By Surya Narayanan R




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