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May 2020
Close your eyes
Feel the presence of the dancing trees
Smell the mist of the beautiful green grass
At once—feel your own bliss

Thus you'll know—
How beautiful the world is

Open your eyes;
My dear, speak to the skies
And let the mosquito fly
Who's trying to live their life in amity

Thus you'll see the archenemy
Tis us, the society
This was an old poem of mine. I just thought, why not upload it here, right?
Mae
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Mae  20/F/moon
(20/F/moon)   
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   MS Anjaan
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