Hope

Mar 18, 2023

1 min read

By Vinay P

Hunting for an immense satisfaction,

Arrived opinions with distraction.

Perceiving both dummy and true,

In the brute that came in a queue.

Enquiring around to spot the lasting one,

Nil remains in a long run.

Studying not much on goings,

Gestured all with my bowings.

By Vinay P

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