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"You, Their!!"

Mar 3, 2023
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By Gunja Shah


Do you believe in god?

The all knowing, all-powerful one?

Brown eyes a shade darker than mine

On camelback, you roam for greens

See yourself from my eyes.

All your wells are dry.

Don't dig into me for your scarcity.


You plowed and watered our seed,

But as thorns grew and grew,

You said He has always got a plan,

A bloom awaits us in time

But now is not it?

How are you so sure of His plans?

Does He whisper them to you in your dreams?


Why are you so intriguingly curious to me?

Is it because you walk on water?





Floating above me in thin air,

Caressing the hollow of my neck as you go,

Firm eyes only on mine.

Let the world disappear.

With all its beauty and pain,

I wish I had the magic


To call you to me

Make you appear from thin air

In crowded halls, on sunlit benches

I anticipate your presence.

Your eyes are always on me.

What an intoxicating feeling!

You are around me, but never with me.


Some nights, I dream of

Clipping off your wings.

Leave you fallen into the sea.

And watch as you struggle to breathe.


You make me want to hurt you,

As you do me.

You invoke in me a tigress,

With its sharp claws out.

So scared of you.


Scared of your smiles and words.

Why are they so deceiving now?

Silk curtains with golden hues

Between us He stands


Our god with the Big Plan.

I wonder what it is.


By Gunja Shah





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