I walk over the road but
It’s want to fall for the river that
Flows endless to gulp the traveller
Who is not yet
sure?
Which way is better to forget?
The shore
That tarnishes the self
Much adored once in the
Lap of innocence
Now target for misunderstanding
The wisdom, now works like
A dream catcher
Filtering the authentic sense of
A person. SMRITI THAKUR
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