Inclination
I have no inclination to interact.
Remember, I am not what I am.
I am a fool to tell this flesh
this bone this skin a body.
You are neither my friend nor foe.
Remeber, no reason is there
to worry or to hurt.
Please, do not be proud
of your achievement
here, my dear.
Go and learn
walking alone on the road.
I have no inclination to
interact on personal matter.
Okey you may go further.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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