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Harshita Das

Abstract Drama


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Harshita Das

Abstract Drama


Yield, My Inner Child

Yield, My Inner Child

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Her goals, once as attainable as clouds; she can reach with planes

The fields are like specks from the mountains she scales

Buildings are tall as the clouds; Heights which she had dreamt

Only distractions will now allow her to fail


She wears all black; a funeral for fierce fears

Suitcase in hand; She hopes she will come back to the green fields

And finally, she understands adults; Understands grim smiles and strained talks

She knows distrust and betrayal; Her inner child will yield

But I am sure, it will never go away



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