Earnest hopes, served raw,
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.