Puru Dubey

Rookie - 11 Points [PD]

The Loved Prison

Beheld i a lady some days ago Sitting near the martyr of her only son And as i watched her tears flow Something took me by throat. Oh! this world is all the same Be it me or be it you Or be some prophet or a traitor The one who comes has to depart. Is it not like the secluded walls of prison And we the temporary sentenced captives A day will come w

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