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[tab id=1]The chirps of birds have reduced to teases
For all the joys around no longer appeases
But then again I hear a voice
So sweet and supple it makes me wonder if I have a choice.
To rise up from this madness
And find solace in some distant fortress.
An angel stands before me as enchanting as can be
Shocking every bone, every inch of me
Eyes in which fleets are blown astray.
So enthralling a gaze, dare I look away
For at a moments notice sight can be
[tab id=2]Srinath Shankar is a second year medical student, who knows 5/6 languages. Srinath has circumscribed the globe 3 times but no recollection of his extensive travels to numerous tourist sites since he was young. He loves eating out, playing football and reading manga. He is waiting to find the love of his life. Writing poetry calms him down and sometimes takes him to a dark place.[/tab]
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