The unthinkable,
has happened.
I am still alive.
After the harvest
moon, there were-
many aspirants,
to reach the Mars,
when a lynx left the
pug marks on their chests.
First snow went
deep in asylum.
All gates were locked.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2019 20:17
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
such an interesting read.
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