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Tryst with my destiny continued

As i flipped through life's pages

Sunny emotions dampened

By cloudy skies sans sun

And sleepless nights tormenting

As i fought with my turmoil within

Fumed within to find a respite

I searched for a pal

And got one who talked 

To me through mail 

Pleased with a downpour

In the scorching heat

I searched out my inbox everyhour

Somewhere to receive letters

Usually in an envelope

Through post delivered

Addresssed in detail

With more detail within

The details within

Getting lesser and lesser

With each passing day

Until one such day 

When there was no more

Of anything left to hold

Within or without

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