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Shubham Kumar Mar 2021
Flew, fled, ran, smiled & sighed beneath the open sky,
Chattered, met, swung, called & echoed among wide dunes,
Lived I graciously with heart-warming love like the cradle.
Muttered, despair, desperate for fresh sight sore my eyes,
Clung, stung, shunned felt each moment within four walls,
Moved when I to crowded minds, busy hearts & dried souls; the big city.
Swirled inside a storm of helplessness, emptiness & uselessness,
Scattered, shattered & scrambled became my mind,
Taunted was I when upon dependency, joblessness, and hopelessness.
Bubbled up was my hunger, swept away was my ****** by shame,
Grew guilt inside of inadequacies & incompetency became its voice,
Made was I realized of the harsh truth when of my ignorance.
Lost, behind & dubious am still I of my existence,
Tensed, confused & unclear am I still of my own part in the future mystery,
But relying am I upon the very distinct hope praised is which across time ‘Faith’.
Moment of despair prosed itself

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