I have grown – Prasana

Prasana wrote this response, rich with the culture and locality he comes from, I respect the pride he has for his homeland.

He wrote



I have grown.

My brain inflating beyond faces past,

Dwarfing black bodies of minds,

Maruti swallows the Sun.

Millions of lives go down my throat,

Millions more I create-

Fruits of my futile fertility,

Tasting of familiarity, like

A gifted shirt I grew out of, but never threw away.

Stretching my hands to the skies,

I refuse to uproot my feet

Sunk in the sacred soil of Malegaon.






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