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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Burial

30/05/2005
I may cry,
and let all my sorrow be carried to my grave,
buried deep and not be found,
let my tears dry on my cracked blue lips,
My burning heart freeze within,
and when my soul turns cold, with the death of my soul,
let the wisps be, let it not flit around in freedom.
keep it trapped as me. 
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