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Sep 2019
Always walked with her eyes casted down,
just that she won’t stumble head down,
into jungle of varied emotions,
cobwebs of various notions,
Lot goes in pretty head of hers,
Eyes are down,
Mind always up in clouds,
searching for answers
defining her pronouns,
Her eyes trained on ground,
looking for the evidences
she couldn’t announce,
One day her eyes will
meet every stray,
till then they will
remain down casted,
Away from preys
Diksha Prashar
Written by
Diksha Prashar  F/INDIA
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