A short life
Timed and cursed
Carries the debts of needs.
Shivering existence
Wails in winters
Searching warmth
In invisible arms.
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Warmth and comfort where it can be found Sunita.
ReplyDeleteThe search for warmth...yes! A true story indeed. This is beautiful Sunita!
ReplyDelete"Searching warmth in invisible arms" - I think many of us can relate to those lines.
ReplyDeleteLove the depth and philosophical direction you took ~~~
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad image, thoughtfully and poignantly written.
ReplyDeleteTake comfort where you can...
ReplyDeleteEerie and resonant.
ReplyDelete"searching warmth in invisible arms" - gorgeous!
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