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Feb 2015
A shimmering light
My pursuit ends, they were right
Demons out of my way,what a respite!
Gallant and appalling was my fight
Battered chivarlous, I stand still in this merciless cold night
My head held high, what a heroic sight
Alone I must walk, guided by the flickering light
Hasten I must these limping steps, ere I lose sight
Once feeble winds now awakened, helping me unite
Alone shall my walk be towards the shimmering light
Anshuman sharma
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