Excelsior, Captain!

Hashtag Kalakar
Apr 12, 2024
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

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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