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Where do you go from here?

Anjan Bhandari

a budding flower, breathing it's space
the innocent mind, an empty place
falling forth, being broken down
the unlearned yearns for knowledge,
concealing away these flickering frown

and as you grow, you're taught well
teachings, from your parents you dwell
until this moment comes and you
realize, the grown-up now nourishes
it's replica; much smaller in size

so here's where you halt, and you take
a five, to ask yourself this one last time,
that when life takes a full circle and
you're expected to live the other side -


* where do you go from here *


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