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Denouement (Resolution of a mystery).

​His eyes taught me how deep are things. 

His smile taught me how warm is contentment. 

His smell taught me how things are felt. 

His laugh taught me how rich is happiness. 

His walk taught me how graceful is motion. 

I admired from far and learnt things new. 

But when he spoke in words I learnt how pain is felt, 

how some hearts do beat yet they do not feel.

©Nimisha Sharma



A small town girl who studies in the normal times, the other high times, she creates herself and the downtime is for putting the experience into words. Writing about things, imaginations, reality, etc.

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