ECCENTRICITY
I could fill uncountable pages with the ink you hand me .
Oh but my voice,
Where is it hiding all this time.
‘You write so well, you’re so good with expressions’ they say.
But am I ?
With a nod with my head ,
I expect the human to read all those metaphors hidden within me .
Laying on the bed,
Doubting my existence in this world full of voices.
While all I saw were chords with no words.
B Tech Ed IT and BIT
adarshana_btechedit2024@kusoed.edu.np
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