My Spring
My Spring
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Time had embalmed some wounds
Season repeated the custom of turning them afresh.
My anguish knows no beginning, no end
Turning green of my dried wounds is
Presently, my only Spring.
Rajni Chhabra
My Spring
*********
Time had embalmed some wounds
Season repeated the custom of turning them afresh.
My anguish knows no beginning, no end
Turning green of my dried wounds is
Presently, my only Spring.
Rajni Chhabra
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