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    Wandering around the world
    At last, returned to my birth place
    The house which once used to be a Home
    Which once was so full of life
    There was peace in the clamor
    I was struck back with shock
    After, I saw the same building
    Not a building but a ruin
    Peace was long gone
    Even silence was screaming
    So much chaos in the air
    Such coldness, even memories freezed
    Blood was dripping off from everywhere
    the walls, the floor and the roof
    Blood of our relations
    Blood of our emotions, feelings
    That building was begging!!!
    Begging for Love, for Warmth
    But, it was too late
    Too Late!!!
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