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How much are we ourselves
How much pretentious,
Does the one you see in the mirror?
Resembles the one whom you show to the outer world?

Ain't there a poetry in us all
That urges to be sung aloud
But alas it's whispered
In the ears of our beloved, getting lost in the air of the crowd.

Is your mind an echo?
Or a void!
Thoughts that hit the walls often
In your head are they rhapsodic or a scream;

Like the loaded rain clouds
Do tears wait in the abyss of your eyes
Waiting for a hug to thunder
To bloom within peace-filled paradise;
- Aishwarya R

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