Man I saw first- A Poem.

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I saw him upside down for the first time

Colorless and rough voice he carried

Carried me around showing some shapes

Disappears for a long time during the day

Evening he shows up again

Routine made me yearn for his rough voice

One day my world turned upside down.

I heard the same rough voice

I felt safe when I am in his hands

I didn’t know why he carried me around

I didn’t know where he disappeared during the day.

One day the word came out of me “dada”

He is the pure form of love

My father.

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One who hated books

I am born and brought up in South India. Am I a writer? No. Am I trying to be a writer? No. I just want to give readers something to cherish. I see a lot of literature which can impact negatively on people. I want to write what is close to life. I mean real life. You will not see me writing anthing like a psychotic thriller or serial killer type of stories. I am not saying it is not talent. But I do believe in delivering something which can influence people to positivity. That is the reason why i am here.

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