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Apr 2015
In the space blue and dark,
twinkled the tiny little stars.
At door he stood,
gazed into infinity,
gazed to figure out,
the figures they portrayed.
Wet were his eyes,
satisfied was his expression,
for he knew he had chosen the wrong train,,
but right was the destination.
Its hard to figure out everything which is going on.
That is what the poem is all about.
Pranoot Hatwar
Written by
Pranoot Hatwar  IIT Kharagpur,West Bengal
(IIT Kharagpur,West Bengal)   
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