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Swastik Thakur Poem
Some day, Some hours I sat still,
As thoughts wove their silence of will.
Gazing at the sky ,my mind began sprinting,
I,rooted like a stone,yet new thoughts keep getting.
The soul's window kept on rolling,
Unleashing musings, forever strolling.
In these notions, the sky appeared saying,
'Thou hast endless opportunities awaiting'…
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