Fall
Dethroned and thrown
I push my way
Through the thick and thin
All alone
I am gushed through
Several orbital of whirls
Of winds
Quietly I pass through all
The din of words
Haunts me and comes gushing
On my face
Like several hundred thousands of
Dust storms
I am hailed with stones
They all hit me and pass through me
With a punctured self
Ground and afoot
I am slowly
Reduced to few specks of sand
Infallible I am felled at last.
I welcome you all
The witness of my felling.
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