'google658fd05d77029796.html' Familiar Touch | The Original Poetry

              I was surrounded by dreaded darkness from alsides. Tears were rolling continuously  from my eyes and as they trickled  down my cheeks to find their way to the deadly land. Suddenly came an angelistic hand that turned them into pears and the shine of those pearls wiped off a the darkness in no time. I had  never felt the touch of that hand but surprisingly that didn't seem unfamiliar to me..

                          - Vikas Panwar (Guest Writer)

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