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Writer's pictureGurdit

I Belong Here Too

I’m realising,

A little by little everyday,

How even after being a writer,

My words don’t matter to you.

For the letters go unnoticed

The conversations go unheard,

The messages go unread,

The feelings go ignored.

Not because I’m conversing a different language,

But, maybe because I’m simply conversing,

Something I feel,

Something I want,

Something I need,

From you.

Sometimes just notice,

Sometimes just hear,

Sometimes just read,

Sometimes just know,

That I belong here too.

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