The Gripe
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Sunny Chopra
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In the days of despondent crises
none recalls who stood beside
I traversed my forlorn moments
sans any aid or another to guide
How quickly shattered illusion
I naively had come to form
It's forever about giving
to take an unacceptable norm
The point is that of no return
on threshold of an impulsive instinct
One removing me from mediocrity
to a persona inversely distinct
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