WHAT AM I

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What am I?

The question that never stops raising.

Not a perfect daughter
Not a strong sister
Not a clever student
Not a flawless human.

Then, who am I?

Until it stops haunting, I keep on chanting that,

I'm the wind in the flute
I'm the clouds in the sky
I'm the sail on the ocean
I'm the soul to my poem.

Laxmi Bhargavi Golla

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