It’s beautiful here, sublime
The greatest chapter, ever
So much pain and heaped on violence,
It’s feels I won’t recover.
It’s so sublime, though
So sublime…
The air is clean and I am in it
With leaves that look like wine.
I am a mixture and you’re added to it
And guess what,
I have the FLU.
And now young girl,
That I have your attention,
Let’s get to it
Straight to you.
How do you justify it?
That’s my question.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Seeking Truth
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