Eshita Hatwal Poems

What am I today?
Just a piece of paper, perhaps.
Remember the times
You used to fight,
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See them;
These gorgeous, gigantic
Lumps of rocks.
Beautifully fading
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I'm a misfit, I thought.
The one who quarrels everyday,
With one and all...
Relationships I cannot sustain.
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I would walk
With both my hands filled;
One with a fiery lamp,
Another with bucket of water.
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