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Apr 2019
I sit in a room
with a bowl of two fishes
ceiling with a fan
A room full of switches.
Door with a painting wearing
chasing a butterfly into bushes,
reminding me of the other one.
Carrying a set of dishes,
a smile of the world on face.
caring one comes to picture.
A window with bars,
and mangoes falling down.
I see pupil, rushes
spreading words through whisper
I sit in a room
where walls are limitless.
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