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What More?

Jan 5, 2024
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Updated: Feb 6, 2024

By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)


I have made peace with the fact

That I need to learn the art from scratch

And so I spend my days shifting pages

Taking information, reading the classics

I also dive into more real wonders

And I also dine with absolute blunders

But as I learn and learn,

To me it occurs…

What is left for me to do?

All possible happiness has been defined

All possible sadness has been described

All possible roads to goodness have been prescribed

And all signs of decay have been picturised



Then what do I do?

What do I write?

All there is left is me…

And even I do not find it enough to strive

How will I fare with the great analogies

How will I stand my point against all that exists

As I learn and learn

I understand how foolish I am

But it seems, this is all I can

So I will pray for every piece

Maybe God will help me decieve

The world to buy another version of these


By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)




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