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Life Before Death

By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa


Behind a portrait hung on the wall,

Lie the quarters of a child forever small.

The woman on canvas stands proud and tall,

Baffling the crowd—an appalled thrall.


The youth inside adorns a flower crown,

The dame outside forever tied with a frown.

The girl walks, with inching feet,

The queen marches—sixteen fleet.


The bumbling bubble of joy,

Now sneers at her old toy.

What led this child down a path half-dazed, without a thought?

Who showed her the way to hell’s descent, a war she never fought?


And in the end, with bated breath,

All she recalls is the life she never lived before death.


By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa



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