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Hanging On

By Aayra Singh





Sometimes we come across an odd piece of cloth hanging high by a tree branch With all its might, it stays there come rain, shine, hail, storm or snow It clings by all its might throughout the seasons all-round the year Each inch of the cloth joined together, thread by thread, braves through until one day when it finally floats away with the gush of the wind Such is the story of our lives



By Aayra Singh




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