Whistling trains, cuckoo slaying
Stream of wickedness,
Brushing through the alma matter
Alms are the luxury,
The enigma of war,
Apathy and hunger.
Hitherto, silence
Crumbled emotions
Sneaking through hidden voices.
Fast-changing lanes,
Rushing past the enigma,
Blistering into a new dilemma.
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