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Jan 2022
It was a voyage of discovery.
The sea seemed an eternity of water.
Solemn mind turned wicked when the land of innocents beackoned.
Peace flags were replaced by swords.
The soul of serenity was desecrated by butchery.
Blood had been drawn for the first time, but not for the last.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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