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The Name

They screamed your name in anger,

Chanting it like a mantra,

The only thing obnoxious was,

A name like yours wasn’t meant to be said ferociously.

A name as sweet as honey,

A name as pure as the white light,

A name synonymous to the God,

A name so beautiful that adjectives seem meanings to define it.

I wanted to tell them all that a name like yours is not meant to be screamed,

But enchanted like a spell,

But I also wanted only me to recite it,

And no one else.

words for the day

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