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Kavita: A very deep wound, why is it called?

Saurabh Joshi

A very deep wound, why is it called? The pain is overwhelming, why is it tolerated? Tears are invisible, why are they visible? Why are the words silent, written? The emptiness of the mind, why is it shared? A two-faced world, understand why? Love is abundant, why is it shown? Why waste bad time? Pain itself, why laugh? Breathing, why live?

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