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As much as I branch out to happiness
There is that intense sadness that seeps up from the roots
Drying up the fresh buds, turning brown the green shoots
Intent on breaking every twig like the bones in me
This eats me in, night and day,
till I ask for the hollow trunk, now merely a tatter,
to wither away into nothingness..
God, I pray, no one should ever be cursed as this,
except for those who bring in such curses.

~ Purvi Petal, © dtd 28April’14

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