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Him

Mar 31, 2020
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“There’s a poetry inside of him.

He is a poetry;

The ones not even these papers can handle-

The ones, inked in afeem.

I wonder if he sees the poem in me.

When I still try to pen him down;

In my poetry-

With all the poems;

That have always been-

Hidden. Unsaid. Unheard.

Within me.”

 
 
 

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