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The Confront

Jan 11, 2025
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Updated: Jul 15, 2025

By Vritti Seth


The day when the Storm came

I swam down deep into the darkness

Not Worried but anxious for sure.

The core was burnt and the system failed

The salt was left but my eyes were drained 

I stopped running abruptly

Facing the consequences now

I was cold ,so cold and I know how.

That day when the storm came

I knew I’ll be down but with undesiring fame.


By Vritti Seth



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