J Sheba Anandhi


The Desperate Cells - Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Deep inside when nothing's fine
The desperate cells would whine,
From within figure out the cause,
Think of a way to make up for the loss,
Need not try too hard to come out,
It would suffice if the somber is put out.

Topic(s) of this poem: nothing, think, way


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 17, 2017



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