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Dec 7
Time is an imaginary frame of life in this universe
It keeps everyone on the line of imagination

Crust of time takes me up and push me back on the trough of life
It goes so smooth as if it is fixed by some force

Oscillation and escalation of time binds everyone on the neutral line

Rarely some break the transverse of this time line
to create immortality

It starts with high frequency at source
As the time passes frequency comes in descending mode and then disappear in this medium of life
Written by
Vanita vats
35
   Aniruddha
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