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Between Scylla And Charybdis
by Orbindu Ganga
Being the cynosure once
Upon a time, I lost the lustre.
With many estrangements,
Being treasured by all, a thought
Of being now remnants at
The hands of few, being caught
Between the two, I became an orphan.
I was ordained to be an
Embellished source; today
My thoughts are being perceived
With abhorrence, cursed
For being a conduit between
Two countries. I am being
Unheeded for being myself.
I breathe forlorn in a city of dreams
Where I was the dream for many.
The dreams have been christened
By many others; I am left far
Behind in the race. I heartened
Many hearts, mislaid in
The age of dreams. I live in destitution
With none remembering me.
I endure a trail to be reminisced
In history, to be sliced forever.
I am Urdu...
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