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I am

By Bijita Sharma

Nights were dark

but the days were much darker.

one day I snatched that wild wind,

I circumnavigated with it,

with a promise to never come back


But that's not the end,

there is no end,

The ending is a myth we carry

until we burry some pieces of it

and still, some parts linger you


Wait, hold, leave

or merge into

the verge of oblivion,

until you see yourself vivid

and blur.

But that's not the end too.

Since the ending is still a myth,

we all dwell within.

And this time, let’s not burry,

promise me

you will come again

to remind me,

That me in


By Bijita Sharma

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