numb to the bone
I reflect on stupendous days
did my life turn around
or is it only a view?
Am I the same person
who woke up with a yawn
to smell the coffee,
swallowed all venom,
shed skin several times
emerged wiser
but a different person
at the end of day?
So what if
the venue’s still the same
I’ve traveled thousand miles
long before I came
What does it feel like
when all have left
Is the soul enriched
or my life bereft?

Pondering over this. Excellent take.
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Thank you ☺️
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My pleasure.
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Thought-provoking.
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Thanks!
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Awesome! Good question and we may never know the answer. Brilliant piece, Reena.
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Thanks a ton!
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My pleasure!
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