- Neel Mullick
Never What It Seems

Near is the coming, not going with ease;
Way too wrinkled, one too many a crease.
Broken in places, still I grew;
Cracked like a sieve, light shimmering through.
Of skin and tissue, allegedly unable to feel;
Look inside you'll see, that really, I'm unable to heal.
Grew up under a shadow, amidst cheers to stand tall;
Dug deep but, there too, a shortfall.
Only wanted to help; settled on shallow and spread;
Now I'm dead in the center, as I'm lain to bed.
An unsent prayer is all I have left;
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Note: I have deliberately left the last line unsaid. What do you think this poem is about?
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