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Conscience

Nov 27, 2024
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By Aarvi Tulsani


I can't find words, 

To talk, 

To write, 

To say and speak. 

But there is something within me, 

Wailing, yelping and screaming, 

behind the bars of my fake identity, 

To find the answers, 

To know the truth,

And to wake me up,

From the delusion I am in right now. 

Hence, 

I can open those gates, 

And let that scream

Out in this delusional world.


By Aarvi Tulsani


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