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The Incorrigible Existence

By Karthik Govind


I never introduced myself to you,

Rather than drowning you with my poems

and letters of outcry.

Pictures and notes of disposition.

Myself ; name is peripheral. The drama is at

odds with.

Live in a place where chaos resides, too late

to notice that it was me.

Bones full of alcohol. but none that I drank,

never touched it.

Took it as a case of pride but drifted the

focus to my crime.

I am the wind that flows in other's lives. that

sweep them off their feet.

Iam the one they change their eyes and

mind.

Lam the one which cause of they cannot

hear a thing,

I am the smallest of my family, but the

bissest in mouth and sweat.

I am the one you look forward to; to reach

the next pedestal always.


By Karthik Govind


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