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My Lost Selfhood

by Durgesh Varma
(Varanasi, India)

I were busy in thinking
over the cozy chair.

I found
my inner soul missing
in intoxicating air.

the dense darkness
of fog arose.

In fear,
I kept my eyelids
fully close.

the lamps of hope
were yet shine.

At dawn,
I found my lost soul
who scolded & said –

Why had you taken
insomuch quantity
of illusory wine?


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