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Where I am?Where I am? What I am? How I am? I keep thinking, A cloudy mist in a wind formless baseless without identity, I don't know my own self; I don't know my own name, Who has created this drama, so absurdly who has created this game? Responsibilities formalities desires of others and endless roles, I want to seek my own self I want to get back myself whole, The path I move on seem to be all unknown, On An endless journey without wish I have been thrown, My soul wish to be expressed, my song want to be sung,   Strange are the ways of world, terrible it's inevitable hung, Marriage is not my cup of tea, I said to myself thousand times, But I have to move with the life following its unavoidable rhymes, Where my instincts will take me, where my life will reach, I have to listen patiently whatever through this, existence wishing to teach… 28th July Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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