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By Ridhima Bhagawati


Jagged-edged origami boy,

Artistry in bubble wrap.

And me, the novice authenticator,

And you, who made me stop in my tracks.


The messages of some crazed artiste,

The subtle meaning to your paucities,

And the poet in me awakening,

To study your messy qualities.


By Ridhima Bhagawati


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