I am losing everyday
my words are getting clouded
I want to be me
but am lost somewhere
my own breath laughs at me
Asks me "who will you be like
the past or the future?"
my present self is torn apart
one is lost in Google
the other still gets enchanted
by the milky murmuring spring
both the selves are parallel
the' I' gets burnt in the divider vertical....
I want to be me
but am lost somewhere
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