By Vageesha in Poems » Short
Updated 22:30 IST Dec 12, 2019

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Sitting on a chair, where am I?

'Wait, I think I know ' with the aches I wry.

It's a place in between 

Where my mind seems to be mean,

My heart too selfless 

And together they proffer me ample stress

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