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Poetry

Labyrinth

Asmita Sharma

Stock-still as I feel,
I seek for comfort in a labyrinth,
As the stillness grazes upon my mind.
And to conceal in a bubble,
Ne'er to look for the doorway.
This frail and this fray,
Paradise, have I now entered?
But still am I bewildered.
Stock-still, I feel.
I remain,
In a seemingly deserted place,
Hearkening to the silence grazing upon my mind,
Seeking comfort, wishing to ne'er look back 'gain.

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