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Mar 2018
I feel the time in this echo
I can feel the silence
It slipped off and I let it go
It hopped over that 'FOREVER' fence.

I feel you
In every yellow passing cab
You still call this throb a beat
Rather now call it stab.

Under all this glitter
I crave for that firefly
But now its better
To believe every soothing lie .....
Paths diverged, but hearts aren't
Nikhil Singh Rathaur
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Nikhil Singh Rathaur  20/M/Bangalore
(20/M/Bangalore)   
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