trapped
in the fist of
memories,
forced into
modesty,
craves
to be set free.
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Happy writing till we meet next.
Until then, carpe diem! 🙂
~~~~~
© Asha Seth
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Asha Seth 
If anyone understands this at first, I’ll reward that person
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What were your initial thoughts?
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At first i thought – ye didi kya bolna cha rahi hain….
2nd thought Ohh acchaaaa
3rd -Ohh this
4th-Okay
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Great, if it your grey matter working.
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Don’t mind my stupid thoughts. You have got a nice blog 😉
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Thank you very much. I Hope to see you around often then.
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Sure…and if you get time, it would be delightful to see you around my stuff too
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I surely will. Waiting for the weekend when I do blog catch up.
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My head just exploded a little bit, lol. Great poem x
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Was it good or bad kind of explosion?
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Very nice
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Thank you, Neer.
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Very nice
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Very nice poem
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Thanks, Atish. 🙂
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That’s wonderfully expressed!
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Good to hear from you. How have you been?
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So far, so good! Thank you for asking and I hope that you are doing good 🙂
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Except for struggling between reading and writing, everything else seems easy.
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Didn’t some Smart Alec once say ‘without struggle there is no progress” 😉 Good Luck!
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I ought to remember that.
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