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The occasional painA Poem by nitinThe memory comeslike a searing pain.It sparks questionsabout what I didn't gainThe hollowness feelslike a rotten shaftIt makes me rememberthe together.. |
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My father called..A Story by nitinMy father called. As always, I was busy. Sometimes I am rushing for lunch, at times I am engrossed in a movie. In the mornings I am driving to the off.. |
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Oh! Sweet Sunshine…A Poem by nitinOh! sweetsunshinedon't squeeze yourselfinto that zero sized dresslike the other girlsin the party last night didor don't change yourselfas per others'.. |
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