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Hashtag Kalakar
Mar 25, 2023
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By Krishnangi Pareek


In winters,

I slid into the quilt

Ah! It gives so much warmth


I started slipping deeper and deeper in it

I started slipping into the warm darkness

More I slipped

More I fell into the suffocating black


Counterpan was to be used as a shield against the pain

This fact forgotten I took it as a shell , a shelter


Please come out of that quilt

Pack it in a backpack



Shining star awaits you

Everything awaits you


By Krishnangi Pareek




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