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Bare

By Ananya Iyer


Entangled by own existence,

I have driven myself mad.


Where is peace, my friends?

They tell me to be one with God,

Yet the clergy only recites tales,

About torment and agony.


And here I am,

Tormented by my own existence,

In agony, from my own feelings.



So at times, I stoop to God,

At times I seek refuge in wine.


When oblivious,

I vanish from myself.


When conscious,

I am in anguish.


Where shall one go?


When I look all over me,


I find my own being,

Exposed and hidden.


By Ananya Iyer



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15. 10. 2023
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I have become your fan Ananya.

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Finishing lines were great, showing the thought of poet!! awesomely penned.

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ur choice of words says it all.. very good.

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