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Nov 2014
Mist that bears on my mind,
I sift through to gather my thoughts,
Like sand they escape my grip,
Making signs along the corner of my vision,
Mocking me, teasing my failure to grasp them,
I know an idea lies therein,
If only this fog would lift,
Where is the sun that can cleanse my being,
Free me of this mist?
Ankit J Chheda
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Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
(28/M/Mumbai)   
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