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Hold like o sticks in 8
Undeterred unnoticed yet there.
Then wonder if alphabets were just numbers
Finding x in an equation
Will always be a question.
 
Hold like that tiny dot below the question mark
The gap between them makes room for all answers.
Tuck the answers in inverted commas
And bid them good night.
All answers are correct.

Hold like spectacles - See through them
But don’t really embrace the myopia.
Read everything written behind trucks.
And off course throw so many exclamations
that everything that jumps, makes us wonder
& everything that settles, makes us attached.
Hold like neither attaching yourself
nor detaching yourself
People are not post cards or mail accounts
Can’t sign in to them.

Hold like the December.

Hold like how December holds the entire calendar
               Together!!!
Offering the best spotlight
Before silently finally fading
For the chill in winter air
As we arrive in new year
Carrying an umbrella
With spring in one pocket
& autumn in other.

I say like I know
December holds on to you too.



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