indira babbellapati - Explorations: LXII

Thoughts have
No sense of decorum
They accost me
At any point of time
Standing in streaks
And tatters demanding
Me to sew them up
Testing me to arrange them
I coax them
Plead with them
Challenge them
To be self-reliant
And arrange themselves
The way they wish...

indira babbellapati

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