Are These days we call the rush hour?
the days that goes like a bullet train yet it stops at every station ?
Are these the days we are going to remember ?
to remind us of how stealth we had?
Are these the days we are the polythene bag flying on air?
barely touched and much traversed by?
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Author:
Aaliya J (
Offline) - Published: October 27th, 2022 02:57
- Category: Reflection
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