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An evocative poem by Saumya, exclusively for Different Truths.
You and I go on a road of motion,
Of substance there –
The loss of substance with a feel,
Gone is all other despite solution and zeal.
The roads form and split,
without looking at past;
The past riven with success
Mystifies today with lost axis.
Severing the glooms of dust, the one
who clears the road’s matrix
becomes the needed Ulysses of now and fore;
we heard about in a chronic folklore.
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