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Photo-story: Hope

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He is probably dead, the world had said
For the man who'd left too soon,
No news for days, no news in months,
But somebody checked every noon.

With hopeful ears she rattled the box
Heard pebbles dance inside its hollowness,
With a vermillion stained forehead, green bangles in tow
The young wife head back to emptiness.

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