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Life! A beautiful name it is 
Watching you
From the doors, You shut behind.
Scratching pictures
You had teared, in the hard times .


Burning like a darling candle
She injures you, Inside 
Leaving its prints on the drak side
One can only see
With closed eyes.

Hard to understand
She tangles person, in a straight line.
Dividing them by a single digit
Makes Life
An Error Line.

People say, they saw her
In Palm lines
But I see her
In an infantile smile.



                                                                                       SMRITI THAKUR