30 september 2021
In Praise Of Unknowing
The unthinkable,
has happened.
I am still alive.
After the harvest
moon, there were―
many aspirants,
to reach the Mars,
when a lynx left the
pug marks on their chests.
First snow went
deep in asylum.
All gates were locked.
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