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A Screaming Soul

By Monisha U

The furious frantic night

Fell in my gasp memories

And garlanded me with gigantic gestures

I groaned with a grisp on the wall

And fell into the havoc

which hashed my body

with the harmony of harp

My legs touch the heap of hearth

And hate the haze of memory

And raise the heat of my soul humbly

The idol in my heart

Still remain unchanged

My imbued lips thirstfully

Wish my immortal death

which keep my worries

engulf from me

I took my knapstick and kissed thy feet

Then turn to the lane with my blissful soul.

By Monisha U

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