Lunges, it arrives
Departing, yet it thrives
The mystery is created
But never abated
Righteous and deprived
Ignorant and pacified
Lurking around and then
Out in the open it pounds
It strikes in all directions
Nor trivial nor specified
without any resurrections
Rumored to be benighted
Fascinating, alighted
Lunges, it arrives
Departing, yet it thrives.
Akanksha Bajaj
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