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Mar 2020
We were traveling
Moving in a train
The railroad passed us
As the night came upon us
My eldest son said,"I know it is night here, always."
That's when I knew he missed
His mother's embrace
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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