Conversation With Solitude
The nothingness out of which you emerge,
is also a part of me, of which you do not know
no one wants to be with you,
everyone flees you, but feels you,
Everyone denies you, but
I know you exist,
I have seen you watching the yellow leaves as they abandon the tree,
Sad as me….
poem by Sarang Mangi
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