Abandoning his aberrant anticipations
He tried to grasp the abrasive luxury
Served to him on the platter of future
So much he had and yet so much less
A fulfilling landscape to a blind man's eye
The core of his essence lost in his storm
Lifting his washed out soul with his arm
He dragged himself into the gutted crowd
Fumbling for the past that could have been
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agarbatti jalne se hi mahak aati hei............
IT SUD BURN ENDLESSLY
its awe-inspiring
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