“I searched for myself
With doubts
If I ever did exist
Or too scattered was the claim?
To free myself
From the fetters I carry
With the name?
Laughing yet sighing
Coz I can’t figure out
In an acute maze of flame
Shedded tears for the namesake
Flooded ink with patience
But I’m aware now
In spite of the blame
For myself, for the name
For the sense I gathered
For what they say was lame…
Held that ladybird in my hand
Made it disappear
For it too had a name…
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