In a haze, it was tried to unveil the lids of two drooping shells
To try to spill ink to a sheet of a welcoming leaf
What is there is a bunch of narrations coupled with desires
To pluck the anguish solidified and hiding from the core
Just to deliver a moment out in the open
That which happens but is without a witness
The one which stays but cannot be used for guidance
It has been tried to be left to be with the footsteps
But has come along with the length of the trail ahead
And when another set of confusions is up and coming
The shells are now ready to rest and doze deep into the night
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