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Poetry

I

Anirudh Negi

One day, before the concept of day or one existed, I became.

Before becoming was ever possible, after becoming was ever possible.

Do not ask me, because I do not know how And I am tired of finding why.

Since nothing became I, I witnessed it all passing-by.
The is turned to was,
The crime turned to laws.
The future no longer remembered,
The past staring back from the mirror.

A time when there no right,
A time when there was no wrong,
A time when every wrong was for a right,
A time when every right to hide a wrong.

A long time, there was nothing, Nothing but I alone.
So long did it stay so, that it forgot how to be anymore.

I turned to us,
Us became all,
All turned to them,
And they became our foes.

Such spun the wheel of time,
Such split the I apart,
Till one day I had enough,
And slayed the other I in half

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