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The Wounded Healer...

Even Death Pretends...

Like a flash are days in a stormy night
While nights groan out in endless plight.
Eyes refuse to shut out the light;
And memories ruthless paint my sight.
With blood from me her face she draws
By fiery hands, oh fiery claws!
Tossing from heaven to hell; she breaks all laws;
And breaks me till my breathings pause
She leads me where the journey ends
Away from all my foes and friends.
To pain then soon hand extends
She is playing. I smile. Even Death pretends!

[In collaboration with Arnab Bhattacharya]

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