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Hashtag Kalakar

Confusion

Hashtag Kalakar

Dec 28, 2022

1 min read

By Ishita Bora

In the ocean of my mind

Million things ajar, afloat

The filter of the melting wires

Passed are the sieved thoughts

The words not posses

Rhythm of the heart

Perceived is the slight other

Filling the ocean with grease for

It sits at the bottom rock

And is never scraped open

For a lisp of hate

Always covers the fitter

No improvising scope

Takes conversation to a saddening charter

And beheads the hope.

By Ishita Bora

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