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Poetry

Into the blood of time

Khushboo Mattoo

Years. For years I thought I was a boat,
With holes, trying to stay afloat.
But today, speaking with gray hair
And prominent wrinkles of care

I realise I was the ocean all along
Hearing what they said everytime
"You're the leaky boat,
You're the faulty boat"

Stormy, fierce, consuming light and dark
The Heat and the freeze all in one body.
Holding up the power of lightening spark
Pressing down the tide of suppressed anomaly.

It's just tiring, they said
It's my wiring I said
Brimming with the past flowing into the future
My present echoes of space crawling.

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