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Mar 2019
In the warm calm of this dark night,
I prepare for my next fight,
It's not an option, I won't take the flight.

In this soliloquy, I am not so lonely,
I'm with myself right now,
It's not just a trial, I meditate and how.

In this ordeal, I am out of my body,
I need to focus consciously,
It's a fight – it's a war – with great spoils.
My HP Poem #1739
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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