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Flailing his arms, struggling in vain,
Was another child drowning,
In the grasp of the merciless waters;
He choked, and spluttered,
And ga..
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I stroll about the terrace;
And sounds of my land immerse into my existence:
The soft drip of the lonesome trickle of dew,
As it embraces th..
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He glanced upwards and scrutinized his visage in the
bathroom mirror - dense stubble grew on his cheeks and dark circles enveloped
his weary..
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He pored over the mammoth book, his glasses almost at the
edge of his beaky nose. His eyes were a horrid shade of red, embellished with dark
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The blue pharmaceutical clock ticked twelve and Evan jerked
awake.
The seven year old boy had sprawled on the couch; waiting
for his pare..
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“Amijaan, Papa is home! He is home!” shouted the child, as he flung himself on the newcomer, standing stolidly on the threshold of the doo..
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