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Holding On ... (A Love-Poem)
Hidden from the world.
Prisoners of my mind:
felonious labyrinthine desires,
imprisoning me.
How will I know
who lit the fire?
Bandit love-torn heart,
were you the one who craved?
Burn with me now!
As I burn with my realities…
Beaming at the outside world,
waving out to all —
though I am lost.
Disguised!
Undisguised!
I still keep going.
Donning badges of sacred pledges,
wearing veins of sturdy truth.
Look at me!
Bit by bit, strangely:
I am still intact —
Looking beyond afar, afar.
Hearing into secrets,
watching myself gaze at:
Spaces carrying, no solutions —
standing emptily!
1999
Geeta Chhabra
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