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Writer's pictureKeshav Suryanarayanan

#93 A Diary’s Prisoner


When anyone says “deepest, darkest, dash”

Your mind immediately dashes to me

Locked up I might be today

But I might yet one day be free


Born in ink and tears

Almost washed away by one before the other one dried.

Somehow I survived,

But was kept hidden, away from prying eyes.


Some would say I’m unreadable,

An enigmatic creature.

But I believe that is by design,

My enigma, my one defining feature.


So I wait in my captivity,

Hoping someone will one day come and free me.

But my release will change my very nature.

And a secret, I will no longer be.

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