Anuhaaa Su Poems

Where graves are counted by innocent eyes,
And sorrow takes the shape of tears—
Where the light has vanished forever,
And even the darkness hides in fear.
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It's the dead that scares me—
Not death itself, but the silence it brings.
With a longing to live this life,
I fear the end, not for immortality,
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Sometimes, we are like the bowed green willows,
Admired by others for our beauty—
Our lush greenery, our graceful, hanging branches—
Yet no one sees the weight we bear.
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