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Wednesday, May 4, 2022

I Wish I Wasn't So Macho

I wish that crying was 
A chore that I could 
Do and complete in
A go and be done with
But as I have grown as
Everything around me 
Crying too crying too
Has become complicated
All I do now is feel
Feel a chafing sometimes
But no tears come as
If my mind and body 
Have joined hands to
Fool me like the cough
In dry cough and I have
No strength to be frustrated
At the constipated tears
I am so distracted 
I am so distracted by the
Sorrow 
All I 
All I could do
All my brain 
All my brain and hands
Could do was to
Spin this 
Poem
-
Chandni Girija

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