"The morning sunshine drifts in the room,
I open my eyes and unconsciously feel the other side of the bed.
It was cold.
I held back my tears and eventually got up to start my day like I usually do.
Its the same everyday.
Has been for the past two years."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
कविता"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
