There are paths being charted out,
maps emerging,
co-ordinates surging through my veins
that become curators of

I keep shifting inside my own self
holding on to the convexity
that has come to define me.
I connect dots resonating
like mountain sounds

inside of me,
and I wait for voices
that crawl against my shadows
to echo
in mouths that stretch like valleys. 

I cannot follow the paths set out
for me; I cannot keep up
with these revolts
I initiate against silence
within a silent body,
this cage I build around
my walls. 

I cannot acknowledge
my latitudinal insincerity to remain
and my longitudinal will
to slip away.

-Swastika Jajoo
English 2B


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