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Grandma Never Lied

I know how you feel,
When you close your eyes and pretend sleep.
I know its not dreams that you see
And I know how scary it is
When night surround and you are on your own.

I have heard noises you hear
I have been down these desolate lanes before.
Do not worry I say
Help is around the corner
And most times
You don't even have to holler

Close your eyes and remember 
All the loved ones who walked into the night!
They are always with us
My Grandma never lied.
 

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  1. MaricrisSeptember 3, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    Aw... I miss my grandma because of this :(

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  2. SusannahDecember 4, 2011 at 2:16 PM

    Raj, this is a wonderful piece of writing. I love it.

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  3. DeepshikhaJune 6, 2012 at 3:01 PM

    "Mujhko yakeen hai sach kehti thin jo bhi ammi kehti thin...jab mere bachpan ke din the, chand mein pariyan rehti thin"

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