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I Will Not Allow It

By Ridhima Bhagawati


I will not allow it.

A thousand shrill tearings of the throat,

Or the single scream in a fever dream,

With teardrops smudging precious study notes.


I will not allow it.

To infiltrate, guns ablazing,

To stain the floorboards of mansions 

I have slept on, stargazing.


By Ridhima Bhagawati


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Nimisha Bhagawati
Nimisha Bhagawati
Dec 22, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

do not allow to infiltrate your dream n wake you up. its very profound..keep stargazing

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