A nomadic life
with a bit here
and a little there
I go about in a frenzy
not knowing the
direction I am in.
I jot down few points
read them again and again
a kind of exercise I willingly
do to keep them in mind
which I never attempted a year ago
cause I had a beautiful memory.
The read and reread
goes to naught
as I forget most in a second
next minute I encounter
a fresh assault
on unfamiliar issues.
Seemingly an enigma
from without, I remain
disintegrated
within, recalling,
forgetting experiencing
an incoherence.
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