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Elegy For The Forgotten Me

Aug 6, 2025
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By Adriti Kashyap Baruah


Where are the hands that write my story?

Where are the chains of the one who's held me?

When the world falls down, who'll save me?


Who else remains?


I must learn to find my glory

All alone in freedom now I see

When the world falls down, I'll save me


Let the world not know me 


In the chaos I stay

Let them all behave

In shadows I'll be hidden till the very last day


Of all these "human beings"

Illogical Fallcies

This world is one of hatred and cruelty


I'll forge my own path for me


By Adriti Kashyap Baruah



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