Author: Sabina Verma
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The Last Lecture
If I had to condense whatever meant something, to me into a Last Lecture I wonder what it would be… Love your parents, they are gone too soon; Of unconditional love they are the epitome. Family and friends – cherish the bonds. Work can wait. Yes it can! Spare some time for the ‘me’ Hug…
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Tethers
The beads and chains, Of custom and tradition, The inking of my face, The branding, in your name; Will not ground me! Rebellious my eyes Resolute my lips, My longing to escape. Surrounds me! My freedom, beyond fretters, I shall find. And I shall flee. Confined I am not. Tethered I may be! The earth…