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Feb 2022
Myriad of emotions.
Not a single projected goal.
No faith in a single soul.
Self glory marks every speech.
Made to bear on the hapless.
It's a whimper of an exit.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
87
     Sarita Aditya Verma
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