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Apr 2022
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Contemplation reaches its zenith.
The truth unravelled.
Silence was its source.
It was buried deep within my heart.
The treasure I had ignored all along.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
109
   Aishu, SUDHANSHU KUMAR and Khoisan
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