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Extra Right

Oct 3, 2025
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By Vishakha Choudhary


Yes, you are right,

I am,

What you think I am,

A shadow delights.


Lazy, you say,

Your black glasses cannot

See the self care,

Cultivate a vision.


Mistake, they say,

Yes, my life is interesting,

If you ever find time,

Please buy a mirror.


Avoidant, resistant, distant,

Don’t make me laugh,

Printing presses salivate,

Over the extra calf.


Tunes of melody,

From beaks so broken,

Oh, you thought I cared?

Respect is not a token.


By Vishakha Choudhary

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