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Dec 2017
The line differentiating has gotten blurred.
Don’t know when I mean it and when i don’t.
Changes creep in, creating possibilities new.

Inclined to believe that the choice first was correct,
but then come words tumbling down,
changing the itinerary whole.

Such a tricky game it seems to be,
so neutral the stance prima facie,
seen never a poker face better.

Intervention to clear things up,
seems to be an idea disastrous.
Although the fear, might just be home made.

It is hard to be sure,
don’t know what steps to take.
There is a need to be face to face, sans masquerade.
Written by
Ananye Krishna  22/M/Varanasi
(22/M/Varanasi)   
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