Hari Shanker R

Hari Shanker R

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Shaken, not stirred

Last night, a lot broke up at home: Mom’s shattered cutlery was epitome; The car-windshield and dad’s chart, Left no trace like my foundered heart. Money would replace the losses, All but one, which was still in musses, The broken heart shall take its time, Yet, it shall tick, weak and sublime. My heart was… Continue reading

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