At that moment, everything stopped….
All pettiness faded into unnoticed surroundings.
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A Book of Two Pages, Poetry by Richa Badola
I cried when I was detached
From my umbilical string
I rued my un-rooting and
Unravelling to the world
Un-tethered I went, arm to arm
Sigh to sigh; “You’re our daughter”
