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Feb 2020
Frail people struggle
Burdened by insecurity
They decide on their paradise
Which side of the bed
Should they wake up to much sadness
Everyday is a struggle for me too
Living or dead in essence
I am like a lost sailor
Who wakes up to the moon
And sleeps in the day or afternoon
Sleep comes when it comes
When it is of the essence
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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