Reality of ground truth
at the door of eye wink
sob Used to knock
Trembling lip could not speak
Hiccups are flaming embers into
Cloud of your vision
did not appear to
shower in direct
Isolated from the sharp blow
Expectations have been blown out of
Reality of ground truth
alerted making noise
and we could not meet
as bridge of destiny remain unbuilt
poem by Seema Gupta
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