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The Fragmented Observer's Weight of Worth
This world claims equity, yet finds equivocal, With hollowed merits, parched and spread about. I hear their swaddled groans, a grit reciproc...
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Sitting with chairs around Inviting everyone, and opened-up; Silently depicting the crux of everything Life as if a Merry-go-round ! Sittin...
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LISTENING TO THE VOICES OF VARIETIES Inner -self just analysed What is the point there? Penetrating the core of mind, Always taugh...
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Under the beams of light, Oh ! I told you to bite me tight. It was a that communion, With the One who took my flight. Me on the banks of wis...

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