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Poetry

The World

Neha Rawal

Last night my neighbour's stubborn kids
stole my sleep and thrashed it.
I was cradling it to its brim
Well, the chances of its coming back became grim.
I caressed my thoughts on the
paper into this beautiful film.
The thoughts of my creative writings , designed and dressed
were ready to meet the dreamy world of constellation of sightings
Decked up, stunning, the thoughts
streamed through the small gap of my intellect.
They wanted to explore this beauty
named WORLD.

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