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LACUNA


In a radiant place

I lost myself


Isn't it weird?

The place I

Vanished is a

Bright space


Life is all 

About disappearing 

And the meaning 

For it

Is probing them


Ain't missing

The same

In all languages 


You're lost in words

Or in woods

You're lost in universe

Or in Shakespeare's verse

You're lost in time

Or in world's mime


Thyself a Lacuna

Where you can't 

Find yourself twice

No equivalent 

You are who you are.


-Hemamalini P 

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