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Doles' Boon

The years were the Chalkie,
As I could hardly rit the wrist.
When the time knocked,
I was blinking the eyes.

Chalo, If the Time can,
Bequeathing the force of Spine.
Un-wandered distress behold-ed a while,
Soon to boon, Soul beehive.

Untold questions despite the return
Unseen Shadow amidst the glare
Blessed Young hoary Morning,
Avant-garde as a new dole.

End be the trust of new beginning
Hope be the beginning of new Trust.


-Dattasmita Vasist


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