How can you be like the boundless sea?
How can you be like the autumn grove?
How can you be the silent, dull winter
nights?
How can you be my eerie obsession?
How can you be an ever new obscurity?
How to name you?
You are my pain, my love, my depression, my
anger and my emptiness.
-by Santhosh Kumar Kana
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