The call has ended, yet its echoes persist,
Amidst my reverie, reality strikes with force,
Leaving me speechless and numb.
No comfort found in dwelling on the script,
Nor solace in mystic reveries.
I am compelled to navigate the tide, to seek the shore,
Amidst reminders of pain,
Where forgetting becomes a distant luxury,
Bearing the burden of a Cyclopean weight.
Where do I turn? Whom do I seek?
Let me conclude with a litany steeped in remorse.
Dr.SV Prabahth
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