Sun. May 29th, 2022

Bhoola stares upwards to look for stars that are no longer visible. The pollution of the city hides them, they say. Just like it hides rainbows. Just like it hides consciousness, conscience, sense. Just like it hides dreams. Bhoola stares upwards like a blind straining his nerves to vision. Bhoola stares upwards like a deaf […]A Poem to Jaaga- 1

By Ant8dote, Incorporated.

Company Development, In, AI, 4.0.

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