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Poonam likens herself to rain, in this evocative poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
Like a raindrop From the Heaven above I was born. Like a water droplet I would be gone. A visitor to this planet- I do not want to own Assets and relations. I just want to belong To the rivers, valleys, and hills. With no name, no address, no contact number. Just a light Backpack To wander unencumbered.
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