Head Ache
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Indira Renganathan
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So many awaiting outside
To learn, to yearn
To flee to see..
But wasted with that demon in head
Chipping, chiseling, hammering, burning
On the whole demolishing my intelligence quotient
In multiple 'agains' cycling..
All my castles collapsed
Shame, shame
Life with that demon
Nauseated to vomit everyday
Not my fault; One-sided grip
Since the first day yond
From now of fifty years
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