I go through
Telescope.
But see
No celestial
And compressed.
I bring my village
To me.
Snow everywhere,
Not though, spring.
I am not pushed over,
Indian I am.
I make you say
Meaning of
Horizon.
Please come not,
You are not allowed,
Tell-tale.
Tickling,
No use here.
Thunderbolt,
Not seen.
Review life
If you so like
But revile not
Anybody.
Reversion is
The principle
And one is
To follow.
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