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Apr 2017
Long lost soul waiting to be boundless.

Takes its first step to be limitless.

Will it fall or will it rise?

Sooner or later , will it pay the price?

Choose what you want , was never its option.

Fall it did on a land , nowhere.

Rise it did on its feet-less soul.

Anticipate for better was only its goal.

But , less did it know what the future beholds.
Aishwarya K
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Aishwarya K  India
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