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War

Hashtag Kalakar
Sep 30, 2022
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By Harshita Kurre



I am fighting myself, the world

And maybe you too

When the war comes to an end

Maybe neither side will win, nor will lose

My sky will become eternally dark





Only dust, smoke, ashes left

One day your moon won’t ever shine

You have taken her everything

Will you regret then,

For stealing the sun from the moon?

And leaving my world?



By Harshita Kurre




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