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| Malkeet Kaur |
The glimpse of a man in white deftly commandeering life
In the middle of a devastating human tragedy
Made this cloistered girl fall in love again,
Cherishing the caress of every furtive glance.
But some love stories are frozen maple leaves,
Dangling between fabrication of fertile mind and factualism.
Like a body lacking backbone, these loosely
Hanging ribs are not even unfinished businesses.
Maybe it's the enormity of calamity, she finds solace in
Being a part of the cataclysmic little human drama.
She schools her stray musings as she stumbles upon
The words like 'one sided' or conveniently side steps them
To guard, this time, something which is so bewitching.
Every desolate night she elevates him to the pedestal.
The existence of a man championing humanity,
Thinking of her even once a while in the midst of
Saving lives every waking hour or the possibility of such an idea-
That is enough for making her survive
Another tumultuous day every forlorn morning.
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You are the grate teacher
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