my this land of verbatim of thunders of intellectprobably the incestant rains have a lot to say
what goes to the making and unmaking of us
Whilst I search hard
to see a mirror
whom I can relate to
the mirrors I chose
over the times
it proved too opaque
to withstand the test of time
fault finding
its not the nerve of souls
with the fight to the finish
at the core
I still strive my toddling steps at Vijay Chowk
eves takes their own time to come
I have probably resiled back
with the waives
why a heart looks for effervescence at their own making and unmaking
I do search day and night
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