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Writing A Dream

Nov 8, 2024
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By Bindu Unnikrishnan


Not to write a story,

but to re write one,

Not to flow with the current 

but to create one.


I chose myself,

when I got tired of the run,

this time I won't sink to the bottom

For I have learnt to float, 

bounce back and come.


Withered I was, not broken 

determined I am and emboldened 

Faith in me is unshaken,

the magical words remains to be woven


My voice shall create ripples, 

my words will unfold your wings

It won't be just another book,

but the saga of living my dreams.


By Bindu Unnikrishnan


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