I was standing at that broken glass,
Crying at my dying self.
Which is now a price of harsh ,
That too needed a help.
I found that glass and me the same ,
Who are broken but alive.
Both of us need a freedom’s flame,
To take us to another world, where we can survive.
-Nikita Raj Purohit
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