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Will it survive?
Far away are we settled
Few winds come together
To lift our sordid land
Dreariness, dampness
Are truths carved
On our 100 wooden faces
We are dried, dehydrated
Souls – Of what is left
A mere percent alive
Will it survive?
poem
by
Kiran Prasad
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