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Jul 2017
Tomorrow I may never die,
writhe in the loops of time
like catching cold endlessly
over so many lifetimes

But the place I sat,
eyes, a waterfall
of suddenly gratitude
towards existence
for its too trivial
for it to have any purpose
other than to exist.

Eyes fluttering spasms of throbs,
shedding some unknown impressions,
long held in the eye of the mind
suddenly vanishing in the air,
I was born anew in shifted time.
To know what is this poem written on visit my essay about Leh (Ladakh, India) here:
Arihant Verma
Written by
Arihant Verma  23/M/Present
     Sukanya Sinha Roy, Jayantee Khare and Seema
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