Origami

Nov 12, 2022

1 min read

By Abinaya Raj

As I fold up against the crevice of failures

Not being able to see beyond the fold of the paper

Giving up on whatever is there for the futures

Blinded by the darkness among the folded taper,

Only if I can step back, will I see the whole of it

For it is not just full of darkness in vapor

Rather there is an origami made up of folds and bit.

By Abinaya Raj

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