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Shape

Apr 22, 2023
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By Sakshi Udhoji


I was already a shape

you keep trying to mold me

These walls that you built

are too thin to hold me


If i try to mold like clay

Wont i be distorted

All over the place

Rather than sorted?



Will i gain a nicer shape

Or will it again be a mistake

Will it last this time

Or will there be another retake


Just how many times

Will you try to perfect me

Dont you see

How your words affect me


What i once was

Is already gone

Can't you accept me

The way i was born


By Sakshi Udhoji




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