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Nothing is easing,
Something is churning in,
Has the pillow grown,
Or am I down ?
It's been days, since this unease,
Like a stuck disk on gramophone,
Mind is repeating incomplete scene,
This anguish, I cannot comprehend,
Break the record, or just play another tune.
© 2016 Hari Prasad S