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Mithun Murali
Paper Plane










I wrote down all my dreams
On a crumpled piece of paper,
And now a paper airplane
Is flying to the future.
Lashed by winds, it twists and turns
And summersaults across the birds,
To touch tomorrow, to let go of today,
For the past is a whore and she comes back to say:
“You won’t get far, you’ll die today.”
I wrote down all my dreams
On a crumpled piece of paper,
And threw them in the dustbin
Sooner, rather than later.

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