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			<title>Humble Pride</title>
			<description>This poem talks about the need to appreciate oneself, once in a while.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theraunakagarwal/2834571/</link>
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			<title>Songs of Silence</title>
			<description>How grateful,&amp;nbsp;How serene,Oblivious of the compulsion to chatter,Pious, honest, simple, clean.Notes of the ambience,Lyrics of my thoughts,The humming of the present,Art of the dots...But the yester keeps on distorting my song,For it yearns the posterity to undo its wrong,And I consciously shun m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theraunakagarwal/2834570/</link>
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			<title>Hide and Seek</title>
			<description>How the mind yearns for stability, yet misses the troubles inn times of calm. This poem represents my psyche about life, people, surroundings and myself in these stimuli.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theraunakagarwal/2834559/</link>
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			<title>Sham of Oblivion</title>
			<description>To open the 'Johari Window'- interview with your arena and dark, stripping off the garb of judgements- standing naked to one's feelings of remoting self from the self.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theraunakagarwal/2834535/</link>
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			<title>Wait</title>
			<description>This is a yearning call of the inner self to stop for a second, in the arduous incessant journey of the paraphernalia of life- not to rest, but just to be, to witness the events pass by, in a trans.</description>
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