And white the canvas
Playing we all
Blinking
Dwindling
Paratroop without external means
And white the waves
Bleaches our dirt
Briefing our fantasies
Finally blotting a dot from the canvas
You not any exception by possessing any dynasty
Finally dots are diminishing!
Pranab k c
11/12/2026
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