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The traits that I am born with,
the talents that I owe,
all my skills & even all of my flaws,
the emotions that I nourish,
the ideas that I bestow,
the love, the chun of my willow,
my rage & my tapping toe,
my clairs & intuitions,
my unlearnings & my regressions,
my humming & my ordains,
my possessions & my pains
they are not other but me,
how can I wither myself
& say, “what is left is me!” ~Poonam
