Aiswarya Menon Poems

I am shadowed
By the illusions of a past that huddles,
Silent, but knowing that I am afraid of them.
The past scatted and lingered
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Don't know whether you will like it
But let me tell you who you were to me
A face to look at, when my heart aches
A face to look for, when i'm in trouble
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Tick Tock Tick Tock, went that clock,
I stared at its round stale striped face
It seemed to be smiling at me, more like
A giggle at the plight I was in....
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