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Me

Nov 18, 2024
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By Gnyaneswari


She,

Presented for the world to see.


I, 

Hidden from every human eye.


She, 

Dwelling under reality. 


I, 

Living every perfect lie.


She, 

Standing strong in one form.


I, 

Among crooked waves transform.


She, 

Held dearly in their warm heart,


I, 

Forced to break them apart.


She, 

Perceived as beauty


I, 

Known as ‘ psyche ‘


We,

Seen as singularity. 


We, 

A word, in our case, used as ‘ me ’.


Me,

The combination of I and she.


Me, 

A place where every wonder exists.


By Gnyaneswari


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