sunil sathyendra Poems

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Jigsaw

The jigsaw was never finished, there were gaping holes in the picture,
yet a few parts stuck to itself in perfect alignment, some preordained, too easy to predict, some an art of pure luck...
There were illusions, far too many of them, traps that kept your mind running in circles, some were too small, some large, some infinite...
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