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Dec 2013
Wit
Falsehood
.
Crime
.
Deaths.

Run.
Fight.

Mockery in the streets
.
Visions.
Maybe, death.

Running away, 

With each atom disintegrating.

Every millisecond.

Chasing away, 

With a fierce rage Of defeating while chasing

Without blood shedding

Mere intelligence 

Shrewd skills

Wit.

Without loss.
Mahima Gupta
Written by
Mahima Gupta  Kolkata
(Kolkata)   
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