How do I look up to the sky?
How do I, yet hold my head high?
How do I be the source of growth?
How do I yet, hold a molten metal froth?
How do I explore the great Mount Etna?
How do I laugh and leave no clue?
How do I forge the tools, Meghna?
How do I mine the real you?
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The Good place
PoesíaThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
