HANGER

 HANGER

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Rising above this affection

I landed in that cavern

Leaving outside running around

I rubbed feet on door-step

Hanging my preoccupations on hanger

Viewed flutter- less prosecution

Viewed after bowing head in prostration.

 Fragrance and aroma prevailing inside.

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