By Manasi Manchanda
Your body is a museum of natural disasters over the years...
The most destructive Tsunami in the form of your tears.
Your heart is damaged by the unpredictable Earthquakes of life...
Your scars the evidence of each battle you survived.
The drought of life left you feeling numb and cold...
Through your silence so loud, your story as a martyr being told.
Began as the fire of passion, your soul now suffers third degree burns...
Injured by brutal road accidents as your life began to take blind turns.
Each time you loved and they broke your heart was just a practice drill to escape...
Because ultimately its only you as the disaster management through which you can be saved.
By Manasi Manchanda
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