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Aug 2020
Now that I feel elated, I can be who I am.
Now that I have taken all the heat, I can rise up leaving back,
All the residue that I had collected.

Now that I am pure enough,
I can be whatever I want enough
I can coalesce and be a drop
And rain over acres of prop.

Such is life with cycles to learn,
Descent in rounds from heaven in this earth.
Are you perfect? So much not,
But you always need to make your plot.
prop. - Property, fields, lands etc.
Gourav Biswakarma
Written by
Gourav Biswakarma  25/M/Kolkata
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