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Kirthana Raj
The Writer’s Bookcase
1 min readAug 4, 2020

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You came into my life

When there was room for none.

I barely had any space enough for myself

And yet you wiggled,

Nudged your way through

And never once complained

About all the rickety furniture

Messily scattered,Some even broken

Left behind by uncaring tenants and acquaintances

You let me deal with them at my own pace

You molded yourself into walls ,when foot squares were full

Seeped through the cracks dusted aside

the powdery plaster

And made it

Your home.

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Kirthana Raj
The Writer’s Bookcase

Party true...Mostly Fiction, a walking contradiction.Learning things ,Taking Notes.