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By-Nirali Bandaru


I plead, I plead, day and night,

to free me from thoughts, grey yet right.

Put out the fires of misery and pain,

make my sun bright, stop making it rain.

I'm praying, I'm praying. Bring me, at least,

an umbrella to cover my wounds in discreet.

Drown me in heavens and hells of love,

Make my voice heard in the world above.



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


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