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True Self
I feel like laughing
Looking at the sorrow
On your own face
While lighting my pyre
Your deadly weapon of words
Wounded me everyday
And I bore the heat
Of their killer heat
Today, I am senseless
So why, why the sorrow?
Repeating only your true self
Before everyone here
As you always did
When I was alive too!
poem
by
Udaya Pant
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