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Nov 2018
In the midst of sleep,
Away from an iffy dream,
Through the aperture in the window,
I saw a shaft of light,
gleaming, dazzling,
killing the demons of the morn.
Though one pulverizing but smiling wryly,
reminds me of its return at night quietly.
Nitin Bisht
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Nitin Bisht  22/M/India
(22/M/India)   
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