By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
Droplet of water dropping
from a cloud on a sun filled
day. Death’s pull will later build
seizing my brain. Body locked
on the carpet or tile. Smile
past the panic. But not yet.
For right now I will forget
all those troubles for a while.
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