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Aug 2019
Trust involves the selection
Of selfless service, the trust doesn’t
Give back, but, the words do
Except they are shallow as the lack of good feelings
Needed to touch many
Shading on the mandatory need of money
Not knowing the language and speaking the streets
The crime is on the mouth of everyon blessing the violence
We could get back to the crying dove that passes natural selection
Doing unusually well in ushering in a new world
That fills me with purpose and sets my gaze on graceful waves
Like whips stuck to a chain of wounds
Crimson tide crash like cashed in cheque
Let’s chew our fire put out on the watered road
We got the instant insurance of insanity
Satiate this Saturday, of this planned daze
Of planet haze on blue Fridays and black Sundays
The colors are all gone with the raiders of lost amalgamating
Service and Serengheti, dry as the served dessert
Freedom fly with the name of God, and catch my life cut by wars and short by accidents due to shortcuts
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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