A boy sits by the roadside,
with a tattered jacket.
In the company of the rain, dews and mist.
Cluster of griefs & pain host a conference in his mind.
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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