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May 2020
I erupted out of the cocoon
insular island,
tiny larva
budding in me, moving
among the raw skyscrapers.
Drilling in scaffold
makes a hole
in my bleak bone.
I halted at a cart of voluble vender
Both are sellers.
In paper cone of salty few nuts ,
I selled ,
A stark loner.
Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman
Dr pragya suman
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Dr pragya suman  37/F/muzaffarpur
(37/F/muzaffarpur)   
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