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Shreya Nayak

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Shreya Nayak

Abstract

Blessed Gravity

Blessed Gravity

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Gravity pulls the man to earth

The waves towards the moon

A very common term since birth

I'd say rather a boon.


The objects have smitten to the ground

The water pouring from the top

All a result of the

Ignorance of the gravity cup.


Me falling for fame,

Hearing nobody's call,

Isn't this a game

That gravity played with us all?


Curse gravity;

Is what we do sometimes

Never did we want to hug that floor

But gravity thought we were the perfect match.


But all said and done

If gravity weren't here

Right now, you & me

I would be there.

Where?

Mid-air, dear, mid-air.


ଏହି ବିଷୟବସ୍ତୁକୁ ମୂଲ୍ୟାଙ୍କନ କରନ୍ତୁ
ଲଗ୍ ଇନ୍

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