It’s not you.
It’s me.
Even in my making it you
it’s me.
Even in all of history
and all experience,
it’s me.
I have to support my friends
and your friends,
and I want to.
And I want to do what’s right
which, for me,
is about Justice,
as it is for you.
I would like for you
to come with me
but I would like, first,
for you to be.
You see, even my love notes
are about you.
Oh dear…this is bigger than I thought.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Seeking Truth
:to put to death (as by hanging) by mob action without legal approval or permission
Writing Art
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