Crumpled
parts of me
The
soliloquy confessions
Hanged masks
, cremated souls
And buried roots
, uprooted twigs
The sky of an
open cage
And a wingless
opportunity
There is a night
that renders
Visibility to
scribbled constellations
From the surrendered
ground
The lies that
are displayed outside
Lie concealed
in the closet.
Delhi
4.2.24
18.26 hrs
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