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Fear
Suddenly awake
At midnight,
Soaked in sweat.
Bracing myself
Up for a fight
As in the morning
I have to go
Under the surgeon’s knife.
And if I come
Out of it alive,
I am filled with fear
What if he leaves
An instrument behind?
poem
by
Mamta Agarwal
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