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Don't Say A Word

Updated: Aug 30

By Khushi Arora


The fact about when

you stop prattling

is that you get

the Eagle eyes, a

substantial observer,

Holmes in your own way.

You perceive their

every step with your

firm feet

and calculate each

alphabet that airs out

of those mouths,

the only quality jutting

out of my aura.


There’s always a mystery

to solve

when no real crime

have yet taken place.

It’s mysterious, dark an open ended

but I have the blueprints

ready in the sacred region of the

encephalon.

Alas! The execution is never pulled off

due to an active attack of

introvertism.


By Khushi Arora



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