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  • Aishwarya Shrivastava

Something tells me that I'm young

Updated: Mar 22


Time tickles me sometimes

Right under the ribs

Till the point that it hurts

Something tells me that I'm young

But I know better than to believe it


By the window I sit peeling onions

Down till the last layer,

Five hours are passed

The needles of the clock sew holes in me

A thin thread keeps me from falling apart


And I fall apart anyway

Peeled down till the last layer

Something tells me that I'm young

But who is to believe 'something'

Every something withers with time, but time


The needles, the onions

even death perishes once in a while

Ceases to be just be'cause

Something tells me that I'm young

But I'm not, I'm older than I ever was.



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