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Excelsior, Captain!

Hashtag Kalakar
Nov 8, 2024
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By Jyothsna Bonthu



 Who are we but prisoners of time…

                     Longing for parole from this never ending game,

                     Long held dream who came true…

                               Weep should I guaranteed was my rescue,

                               After all we are the figment of God’s own imagination

Into endless infinite is our manifestation.


By Jyothsna Bonthu

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