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LIFE AND LIES #62 | Sickness and Health

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A beautiful amusing thing,
Almost magical, 
Happens at the end of day,
When returning from work,
You plug in your headphones,
And your favourite song resumes
From the same point you had left it 
In the morning.

Isn't it amazing that
Far far away, someone
You are never going to meet
In your lifetime,
Whispers something,
And the voice reaches to you in waves,
Leaving an impact on you,
Both in sickness and in health.

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PS: This piece is dedicated to Lana Del Rey.
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  1. Anonymous5:09 PM, May 29, 2024

    The rhythm greets you like an old friend, Each note a step towards solace, An end-of-day ritual, a comforting allure,
    In those familiar notes, you find your reset.
    Stress and worries start to fade,
    In the harmony that whispers, "Welcome home."

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    1. M. R. Maiti5:40 PM, May 29, 2024

      Thank you Anonymous person. Can you reveal yourself please? (Name, insta, email). Because your comment is nothing less than poetry itself. A stanza I was supposed to include but didn't write.

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