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An Epic poem of 21st Century Inc. told in a mode of Victorian age.

The agony of the IT generation flowing silently through the hearts may not make much noise pollution; the alarm bells of emotional pollution are sounding, notwithstanding. Poems impelled by aridity of solitude unfold the looming veil on the suppressed excruciations of young generation into a trap of detachment caused by hectic lifestyle, unavoidable. The poems, the absurd, night mares of the present will make you moan silently with the frozen echo within you.

The desolate bosom fermented with sorrow will cast and infectious spell to find a cathartic nirvana one needs, ultimately.The whole generation’s sorrow confined in an Integrated Circuit(IC) would, little by little haunt unapproachable reaches of your inside.




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