The Lark
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The Lark

My Pain Went Up as Smoke

When we living in a civilized society think of the pain of the deprived — our pain looks like smoke

Memories are that remain
They are painful sometimes.
No one caused them, I know.
Mom and Dad went on time.
Friend left to run their lives.
Everything changed in days.
Change is the law of nature.
I wept alone many times.
Yet one night, I thought
What did I



The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Diepak Paul

Life gave me much. I published first novel 2011. I am rewriting after my disability due to accident, and stroke. Starting to write here to heal, and be healed.