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A Poem
-Ragini Sharma
If I dare to dream
I'd say I would be reduced to poetry.
Another alike would sit over me,
Frown pondering who I am for.
But how do you dedicate that which is alive?
A piece of my soul torn apart,
Tied to your sleeve,
You sew into verses. Horcrux.
Time and you, pulled me by the collar
Surrender to air that wipes my existence.
I exist not, beyond pages.
Nameless.
Just my lover's.
Lover's?
Ragini Sharma
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Currently pursuing Bachelors in English from Hansraj College, Ragini loves to find stories in every aspect of life and slowly weave them into poetry. Looking at life through a constantly romantic lens she believe everything is poetry, if paid adequate attention.
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