Category: Sleeplessness
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Dear Bully!
I see friends going to parties without me. An empty classroom, with teachers teaching only me. Subjects being – The art of being nice And the techniques to attract friends. I open my tiffin box to see, That my mom forgot to pack me, friends. I see some girls laughing over there. Some boys standing…
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Poem: Dear Stalker!
Laced with shiny glued syrup to your tongue, You didnot say a word to me. But rolled your tires, As I ran from you, Choked for air. I remember, How you brushed your chest on mine In a crowd, filled with people. And I always thought, I was vulnerable while I was alone. Chuckles. Realizing…
Supriya Sahu 