Me And I Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Me And I

You gave me space.
You gave me time.
I learned to move —
to make it mine.

Then came the race:
to outrun you,
to outrun me.
It never ceased.

Now I run —
grasping air,
claiming space,
spending time.

Speed. Fame.
Me. I.
Untamed.

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