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The False Due

By Parth Shindhe

I was tagged to your trail

Crying with a wound in core,

Misinterpreting my vitals

And doubting myself in despair.

Maybe it was never my fate

to build a nirvana for you,

to cherish a memory with you,

or even be a presence to you.

Was there a hoax on me?

That I set the sun for you,

Lit my aura around you

And lived as a mirage to you.

I pray you the royality,

And this ghost of me

As the guardian angel

To that unsung part of you for me.

By Parth Shindhe

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