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Travelling Alone

Jan 6, 2023
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By Aditya Gupta


feel like a passenger , more often than not


sitting here , she there


still living feeling emotions as meant to be


while me , sitting inside this stagnant cabin of concrete walls


while instead of the scenery , my life slowly moves by





the bed ;my seat....


my phone ;my window....


my writings ;my co-passangers......


my train ;my thoughts


always de-railed.......


By Aditya Gupta




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