The Gripe
In the days of despondent crises
none recalls who stood beside
I traversed my forlorn moments
sans any aid or another to guide
How quickly shattered the illusion
I naively had come to form
It's forever about giving
and to take is an unacceptable norm
The point is that of no return
on the threshold of an impulsive instinct
The one removing me from mediocrity
to persona inversely distinct
poem by Sunny Chopra
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