–by Amanita Sen
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If you did not reach out
for her with your hand
when you saw she fell,
if you thought it’s all in
the game to fall and not
all falling needed a hand
to be up and about, in fact
some falling rather found
its way back on its foot
all alone, for it isn’t fair
to fall, not for anyone;
you might have been right!
But spare her the laughter
at the memory of falling,
for the laughter when cuts,
does so irrevocably and
it would be like the scattered
pearls, from the torn string-
never to be retrieved ,
ever to be considered
an all-too-soon aborted joy,
a true prayer unheeded to,
a duet song left unsung-
her stricken, fallen heart !
–by Amanita Sen
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