I can tell you now
I can see you now
Whatever is hidden beneath
I can feel you now.
You are passing by
You are seeing that
Whatever is there to know
You are being that.
I have you now
I have known that
Whatever dies with me
I have believed that.
You should be here
You should be free of all
Whatever burns your soul
You should now recall.
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Prarthana Guha
PhD Scholar by day and writer by night.
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love this poem 👌
Amazing writing. Keep it up!
Amazing!! ❤️