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CROWN

Sounds has started to detect its source

What is shut behind

Has started opening the door.


Shadows start finding

The sole of existence                                       

Where soul seems to boycott

With the blind hand of morality.


The foul smell of Humanity

Reflects itself in the exclusive glass of Insanity

Where wiser wear the clothes of clown

And Vice calls themselves

The King of Crown.  


                                                                                         SMRITI THAKUR







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