TICKET - Poem by Geet Chaturvedi
I'm not mine, but someone else's politics.
I'm someone else's hidden agenda.
By my very being, if someone reaped his well-being
That would only be my misfortune.
I'm not mine
But someone else's name.
For a citizenship of Hell
I had not made any request
But was despatched here
On someone else's ticket.
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