i

I seeked it
to efface all 'WHY?';
it found itthere wasn't any I.

***
Many things remain same but they look different at different times. I don't really know what I meant when I wrote this poem but it has always meant something(sometimes I have rather forced it to mean something) and has always been close to me, for it came from somewhere inside.
And these days I feel I really understand it.

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