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By: Sandeep Varry
I often now find myself looking,
searching desperately,
for a pen, a paper, a medium...a channel,
to capture my thoughts, my memories,
as if I was a net that was cast,
caught something,
and is trying, struggling, to transfer the content,
afraid that they might start leaking out.
searching desperately,
for a pen, a paper, a medium...a channel,
to capture my thoughts, my memories,
as if I was a net that was cast,
caught something,
and is trying, struggling, to transfer the content,
afraid that they might start leaking out.
And hence, I concluded,
I may not live in the wilderness anymore, but,
A little piece of Wilderness now lives in me.
I may not live in the wilderness anymore, but,
A little piece of Wilderness now lives in me.
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