Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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Do you
Peek into me when I peek into you?
Do you
Look at me when I look at you?
Do you?
Tell me, what do you see?
A crumpled visage,
Like the last cookie in the jar
Guarding the vestiges of
A faded youth within a moten soul.
Is that what you see?
Or do you see me
Bereft of youth, bogged under
Optative, unfulfilled yearnings
Lugging my bag of weary bones
Is that what you see?
You and I together have aged
And yet, only I grew old
You, even with your
Dusty countenance,
Did not lose your shine
That is what I see.
Tell me, what do you see?
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