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Am I free? Maybe

Samridhi Pohoja

Whenever I listen to my heart

The trembling music starts

My sky was supposed to be yellow

Slowly turning dark and hollow


My sky had shades of blues

With hues of green

Pure and clean

Filled with thousands of stars

Just like my numerous aspirations

I was told to choose my favorite star

But who will tell them

I am in love with the solar


Shades of green

With hues of blue

And tint of pink

Sparkled with golden dust

Make my heart ponder

And brain wonder


Ughh but

This constant interrogation

Again and again

A choice between white and black

Who's gonna tell them I'm abstract


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