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Nov 2017
Storms of turmoil around
and shackles on brain.
Let me learn you.
Little more today.
For I'm wordless. again.

Drenched, less arid now.
But, more achromic.
Let me borrow your hues.
All the shades at once.
For I'm faded too. today.
Vishal Gupta
Written by
Vishal Gupta  20/Kolkata
(20/Kolkata)   
167
   Toriana
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