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Nov 2018
The flame holds to a candle
Like soil holds
Your identity in your country
Firing up your soul
Shooting beckons the onset of
Unwanted killing
Away from life's state
Faraway cries
A fatal fire that is bluer
Something solar and soulful
Stars like, the sun
Come once in a lifetime
Lightyears away
Keeping us in the dark
Of the Universe quarks
Make
Our
Path
"I know that I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing"-Socrates
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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