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The Blessed One

-Damanjit Kaur

I saw him when I was walking down the market lane, absorbing my surroundings, looking at the brightly lit shops and the people, greeting the few I knew with a casual smile. 871 more words

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Grey and Silver

I don’t think I really understood life and death until I saw the dumpsite burning. The evidence of our existence was everywhere. But this is not who we are, or at least I hope not. 275 more words

For dreaming is for everyone

Her browning black tousled hair;

Fluttered hesitantly with the evening wind.

Hands smeared with unruly grime

And eyes that sang with a chime;

She bothered a little… 67 more words

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