https://youtu.be/G_f5ZjhuaBY?si=BT5lCqcw9i2r7vF1


I am gonna rob you. I know now what is worthy.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKhxJ63PlTg&t=12s

For what it worths

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वो अच्छे है ,और इस बात पर अभिमान है ।

वो बुरे है , और इस बात का कोई अभिमान नहीं है ।।

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The hollow eyes from skeletons peep What! anguish does it carry to the grave.

They look down not contemplating wits, To showcase what can be done of brave.

Then blink it with a steady heart not beat, Alas, fragrance should only be saline.

Them tear- three tier time -start stealth To taste cheak, shalt, thunder divine!

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Read my second article on medium

https://medium.com/@akshita.ea/where-do-thoughts-come-from-akshita-bindal-6d9968b7c3f6

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A minute to ponder on AI

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Palms facing upward, a plea to the skies,
Echoes of silence where anger once lies.
Acceptance descends, a balm for the fray,
Concord replaces the discord of day..
Enemies soften, their weapons laid down,

Peace takes its root, a hope newly found.

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Yet in the darkness, there's a glimmer bright A spark within us, that ignites the fight Against the forces that would seek to dim our light And guide us through the shadows to the light

For in the end, it's not about the fame Or fortune, or the riches we proclaim It's about the moments we share with those we adore And the love we leave behind, forevermore

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Stormy Nightfall Blends
Darkness Fades
Fears Echoes Silence

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Love is not the only trap, alas, For those who feel emotions like a clash, numb and lost, they roam, In grief's dark, endless home, Reading less, and feeling more at last.
Their minds are a maelstrom, in disarray, As thoughts of what could've been sway, Their hearts heavy as stone, Their souls torn to the bone, Longing for escape, but nowhere to stay.
The words they read, a fleeting reprieve, A temporary escape,
But soon the pain returns, Like a haunting, mournful concern, And they're left with only tears to retrieve.
Their grief is a beast, wild and untamed, A monster that devours their heart and brain, Leaving them worn and gray, And searching for a way, To find solace, or at least a temporary refrain.

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Can you read about the future

Read “The Day the Wicketkeeper Vanished:“ :

https://medium.com/@akshita.ea/the-day-the-wicketkeeper-vanished-7f1d75ce85a3

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