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Dec 2018
Through the desert
Holding reigns of a horse
Feeling no wind for a boat
With a sail
The rains don't call to me
With my heart full of remorse and pain
The journey seems rough
But my place in the rain brings love
To my blunt shape
In the suns and sands
Of the desert
With no rain
The sound of my voice
Rings through the plains
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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