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Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

Constantly pressing the laptop keys
Answering the calls one after another
She dreams of becoming an author

Adding a last touch up to her make-up
And rehearsing her lines one last time
She dreams of becoming an actress

Making some last minute changes to the presentation
She looks at herself in a perfect business attire
And dreams of becoming an entrepreneur

Kissing her kids and holding them tight
She looks at the hospital monitor glued to her body
And dreams of being free from the pain

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

-Shamitha Heramb

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