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My Dear Daughter (who never was)
Perhaps my womb had a view
And so she never ventured out.
Perhaps she might have seen
A lot of people who are so
mean. Perhaps she was aware of the thoughtless race for satiety
The darkest despair of
depravity. Perhaps she could feel the benumbed hearts of millions
The mechanized brains of
trillions. Perhaps she could see
That we are a crowd possessed By that mindless urge to seek that extra mile.
Perhaps her soul pined for
release
To enjoy the divine breeze
Unfettered by the chains of
time... And this world was not her chosen path. ~Neera~
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