Category: Losing
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My House is Not Dead
How much is a home celebrated, When it is given a life, As if everything has congregated To make it sanct, new, and decorated. Over the years, it loses its glimmer, Converts to a sojourn, in some other years, It is too old to habitat for humans. They pack and leave in search of a…
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I Am Losing and Winning
I sat beside my bed, waiting to sleep, Night reaches footsteps And creeps on my skin. It sings a lullaby, A voice I hear of my mom, To sleep. Tossing and turning, Spending tears to realize this And learn that. I can sleep, But I do not want to, Let this night be the darkest…
Supriya Sahu 