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Anamika US St.Thomas School Thiruvananthapuram
A Writer's life journey

I knew a fire glazing behind me

It was desire, who scoured to see

The last days ...what it could be

A dream, for night, remember me..

 

I wrote in bits again

Before some say to abstain

Hitched on, the scarred lines

With emotions jerking twice...

 

Blared Against me 

Some foes who wondered to see

Without a favour in woes

Again I wrote from throes

 

An output moved on me 

With scribbled , pale papers

A poem the wondering star

The gleam of joyful hearts

 

A writer is indeed a deal

Of delighted and anguished pathways...

He raised again....

As the son of 'His Maker'( The God)

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