Mamta Sagar Hide and seek A leaf from the tree gliding sliding swinging a kite caressing the wind a boat on the river with colourful fish yellow and green flash on the shining water moves quickly disappearing with the flow water doesn’t know air doesn’t know tree doesn’t know fish doesn’t know this game of hide and seek.
Knock on the door Knock on the door from outside, from inside Doors that open from this side are thrust forcefully from that side. Darkness barges in, drags the lights out to the streets anarchy, turmoil, an utter chaos… when the dark spreads the inside out; those that sleep under their cosy concealed blankets never see the RED of the blood seeping under their dark sheaths
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