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Sep 2019
Now, I am a book going to print.
I write myself as myself I read.
My work weaves my days as pages,
And events therein, the bookmarks.

Come tomorrow's day thither-
Some words closer to the ******,
I shall think of past days' ink,
That lay dry in gross memory,
And wish some days ebbed-
And some others, rewritten.

If the final page comes forward,
Unbeknownst to me then-
I shall live by the little legacy,
In the journals of the reader.
Ajey Pai K
Written by
Ajey Pai K  24/M/New Delhi, India
(24/M/New Delhi, India)   
       Pradip Chattopadhyay, Bogdan Dragos and izzn
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