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Jan 2020
I see the rivers,
And a lane emerging from
that river along
with chaos and jumble.
A road in crumble and fire.
I want to emerge
with me in light and warmth
from dark and cold,
with a mind accepting the
with her demons,
with a soul compromising
with ice and clinkers,
with a heart
its every part
regardless of how many pieces
it has.
With so many tangled ways
in my breathes,
I don't know, when will I be able to
emerge from the
labyrinth of my life,
which I myself have become?
Kanak Kashyup
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Kanak Kashyup  18/F
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