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Sep 2022
Defeat, my defeat,
I accept your jest and joy
like a sports captain accepts it
after losing a match,

I accept it with an applaud
with handshake
calmness, modest smile

But
your mocking smile won't last,
My droughty days will receive rain,

Defeat, my defeat,
The game between me and you
is reaching the last hour.
Deep
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Deep  25/Delhi
(25/Delhi)   
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     Christopher Elwell and Healer
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