Hidden chain

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Instrumentation Colony, Kota, Rajasthan, India.

24.10.18

Sometimes I like when it’s dark, I like when it rains because at that time no one can see me. In the heavy rain people are busy minding their own business, nobody notices my sad face which I carry along. Looking at my feet, I see my face in the water below, and I’m alone in that reflection. I don’t live just because I can’t die, it’s just that I’m chained to something hidden.

~Minza.

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And so, she walked on Right out into the rain. Her heels in her hands As the clouds went insane.   The smell of the earth— She’s a perfect photograph! The flash of lightning, Along with thunder’s laugh.   Her umbrella dry, Safe in her purse, Beside her keys, and Her colours and her curse. …

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