Icarus

Nov 12, 2022

1 min read

By Anubhab Maiti

If you see the sunlight, you might already be dead

Heavens put a ban on forbidden, netherworld's more in debt

They'll make you look into the core

Your ashes scattered like faulty trinkets

Pettiness of a lone condemnity, makes a saint live life in dread

By Anubhab Maiti

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