The fury of words spits fire,
in the labyrinth of time,
impressions etched within,
pale in the profundity of my core.
The mantles of memory,
with intricate feelings,
crafted in the mind,
burn with scathing words.
In the deepest chasm,
the chiseled words reverberate,
leaving an indelible imprint,
in the scarred soul.
(c)Geetha Paniker
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