scars and scratches

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thorny bushes

made a few scratches

during my boyhood days

while playing

blood oozed

cried

healed

can’t even recall today

few scratches

on my new car that day

made me furious

for a week

thousand cuts

you inflicted

remained deep inside

I sleep with the ghosts

sometimes even today

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Mukul Kumar Das
Mukul Kumar Das

Written by Mukul Kumar Das

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