Pumpkin on my head

I dont carry

A pumpkin on my head

In case

I am hungry

Useless

Is there a thought

Without contents

Or is this poem

Useless?

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Saurav Keyal

A label to my soul

Is as big a lie

As this thought

Without a name

Or associations

I was born

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My only universe

Something is alive again

Inside my head

And itz not the fear

That follows

I observe

As the movement exhausts

Till these thoughts are

My only universe