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Apr 2020
Sitting on the pew
Praying for warmth
Soon we will lose the evil breeze
That makes us lose the trees

As the homeless die and turn blue
Waiting for the train to salvation
Nature cries if you listen closely
"Peace is the last station"

The conductor calls
All aboard on Train 6 at 6 past 6
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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