Let us not remember
the last straw of our days..
I've set my heart
I took from
your words of encouragment
I am in heart of hearts
I am at heart...
heart in the right place
I am ready to heart to heart
I can't get a word edgeways
I am up against the wall in all ways
Still days are deceiving, weaving,
Some are on the way
And this is not a poem anyway
-Santhosh Rao
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