The Stoicity gets reflected anyways...no matter how badly we try to hide...
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Historias de Harshvardhan Singh
Fragments of Grief
Trapped in the silence, where feelings have bled.
Invisible rivers, carved deep in the soul,
The quietest sor...
The last Metro
I killed myself to give her the freedom she wanted..
"The Last Silver 🍁✨
The poem articulates a profound sorrow, embodying a deep sense of loss, as if the final glimmer of hope-of li...
