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Sep 2017
Last night I stood atop the North tower,
And as I gazed down from the roof,
I hallucinated a Boeing hurtling,
I saw it collide and felt the impact,
Soon I saw and heard the fear.

The fear vibrated downwards,
It was a nightmare of old memories,
It was a fear of odd memories,
Of memories that I never had,
A nightmare with open eyes.
My HP Poem #1661
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül
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Äŧül  30/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ
(30/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ)   
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