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Mar 2019
I met a broken soul with a happy face
A hint of sadness in her is not easy to trace.
Are there any amends for what we did to her
or maybe any pang of grief just gets blur.

Call her brave or coward is nearly bygones
now she left the place where she used to belong.

she now became the last ray before sunset
nearly drift off, when she feels herself like a threat.
Β©yukti
YUKTI
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YUKTI  21/F/INDORE ,INDIA
(21/F/INDORE ,INDIA)   
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