“It's minutest strand is not in our hands."
We traverse the day,
Our engines set in motion and fuelled by it,
We retire to bed,
Like a parked vehicle,
All our mechanisms come to a halt,
Oblivious of anything else,
We switch to another world,
A door is opened,
A part of us walks through it,
Our vehicles rev up by its fuel,
After...
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