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White जिंदगी एक सड़क, उम्मीद एक गाड़ी , चल रही है कभी, सुकून से हल्की तो कभी, हिचकोलों से भारी , रास्ता बड़ा अनजान है, किसी से न पहचान है, चलना फिर भी होगा चाहे हर कारवां सुनसान है , होती नही खत्म कभी, उम्मीदों की बड़ी कतार है, मंजिल मिले या न मिले कभी , हर किसी को इंतजार है, ©पथिक.. #Road of lyf

White जिंदगी एक सड़क, उम्मीद एक गाड़ी , चल रही है कभी, सुकून से हल्की तो कभी, हिचकोलों से भारी , रास्ता बड़ा अनजान है, किसी से न पहचान है, चलना फिर भी होगा चाहे हर कारवां सुनसान है , होती नही खत्म कभी, उम्मीदों की बड़ी कतार है, मंजिल मिले या न मिले कभी , हर किसी को इंतजार है, ©पथिक.. #Road of lyf

Lakshmi Menon

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As they stepped into the dilapidated building, A sense of evil engulfed her. The smell of rotten flesh, animal skulls, And a huge magic circle in the center. It was no secret there was something terrible that had happened there. Something so sinister, that was not from this world. Then the vision she had shook her. In the center of the magic circle, Sat a young woman. Her long hair covered her face. She was wearing a long black robe. On the other side of the magic circle, Was a Tantric. Smeared in ash, with long thick tresses. Suddenly, the woman lifted her face, She recognized her immediately, She had finally found her closure. To all those nightmares that woke her up, As a child. The Tantric she feared the most, Was none other than her father. He had voved to appease the dark forces, And sacrifice his daughter. In doing so, he would become, The most Powerful of the all. She was going to be, The Daughter of the Devil... ©Lakshmi Menon The sixth story from the Voice of the Dead series. The Daughter of the Devil #devilsdairy #Tantras

As they stepped into the dilapidated building, A sense of evil engulfed her. The smell of rotten flesh, animal skulls, And a huge magic circle in the center. It was no secret there was something terrible that had happened there. Something so sinister, that was not from this world. Then the vision she had shook her. In the center of the magic circle, Sat a young woman. Her long hair covered her face. She was wearing a long black robe. On the other side of the magic circle, Was a Tantric. Smeared in ash, with long thick tresses. Suddenly, the woman lifted her face, She recognized her immediately, She had finally found her closure. To all those nightmares that woke her up, As a child. The Tantric she feared the most, Was none other than her father. He had voved to appease the dark forces, And sacrifice his daughter. In doing so, he would become, The most Powerful of the all. She was going to be, The Daughter of the Devil... ©Lakshmi Menon The sixth story from the Voice of the Dead series. The Daughter of the Devil #devilsdairy #Tantras