For me, it has always been,
Nothing, but an attempt to be seen.
Look for my echoes into their eyes,
To match mine with their vibes.
Find a corner in the circle,
Prick up my ears and to be verbal !

For me, it has always been,
A search for delight somewhere in-between.
With a void and in solitary,
Feeling like grape in a bundle of berry.
In timid looks, I cry and beseech !
For a helping hand that never reach.

For me, it will now be,
A whack that world will see.
Turnin’ it into an open opportunity,
Fixin’ pieces of my puzzled personality,
Descrying the adventure within self
Believin’ I am my own elf !

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Mrityunjay Kashyap

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