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My soul inside weeps aloud
Searching for the answers it will never find
Its a wreck, an unending mess
Will I ever find an order
In between this hassle.
But a close look, a small shine
And I see a fractal,
Looming up amidst of all this fuss
Like a pattern, like a painting,
Like the art that shapes up from the cart of clutter
It unfolds, it takes form,
To fill the world in front of it
With all it never felt
The fractal that gives world a special sense
Poetry
India
