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.
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