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<title>Poetry on Siddhartha Golu</title>
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<description>Recent content in Poetry on Siddhartha Golu</description>
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<title>Siddhartha Golu</title>
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<title>Fear</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2020 23:45:30 +0530</pubDate>
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<description>Check it out on Instagram
I&amp;rsquo;m scared.
No, not because there&amp;rsquo;s a pandemic going on,
even though that itself is enough
to make one lose their mind.
There&amp;rsquo;s another deadly virus crawling
its way into my whole being.
Slowly eating away at my sanity,
feasting on my thoughts,
mutating inside my head as if a colony of ants was given
an open invitation to a room full of sugary syrup.</description>
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<title>Deference vs. Indifference</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 22:27:30 +0530</pubDate>
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Deference vs. Indifference There used to be a time
when things used to be simple.
I&amp;rsquo;d wake up, rub my eyes, sit up straight, close my eyes,
And pray that He will continue to guide me
as He had done the previous day.
There used to be a time
when I used to love the aroma
of the stick when it burned,
lighting up my day with the secret enchantments,</description>
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