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May 2017
Sinking to depths,depths unknown.
The stone got blown,
into these waters deep.

Wind that came,
was unexpected not.
Traces were felt,all along.

Stone being a stone,never cared enough.
To move about and prepare.
For the storm that wind was to become.
Written by
Ananye Krishna  22/M/Varanasi
(22/M/Varanasi)   
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