Richa Mohan - Intuition

Where does that voice come from
the one in my head.
Where does that path open up
the one in my head.
How does one go deep within,
cut the noise out.
Believe and not doubt.
How does one become sure,
of that what no one else knows,
of that what no one else believes.
a gut instinct.
a tremor.
a fall.
But aren't we all products of chance?
So if we exist, why can't that voice.

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Richa Mohan

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