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What Happened?

Hashtag Kalakar
Nov 14, 2024
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By Pragun Sharma


Mourning over the dry dead land    

Not feeling the sweet midnight breeze  

Is this some kind of dark disease? 


Looking at the motionless Dead Sea

Witnessing the vivid sky trembling 

Why are all the flowers crumbling?


Hearing the silent pleads of the trees

The wilting sadness of the leaves that remain 

Can someone please explain?


Observing the greenery ignite  

Feeling the dryness of the air 

This place was a paradise, I swear! 


By Pragun Sharma

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