In the red light of desolation,
when loneliness seems less lonely;
in my crater of existence,
in my loud mind, a resonance
of lyrical thoughts,
are inking my world
with fading blots...
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A refined poetic imagination, Ankur. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.