Sriram Viswanathan

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An After Sight

A split around the outside
Is all it takes to make it go
Like the wind, it never came
Like the sound, it never made

The thin voice from within
Sanity in itself
Thoughts of freedom and soul
A sign of growing old?

Its 12 here right now, 11 at some other
Preaching the same thing
Don't mistake me for a beggar

A simple ask to be right
And whats left is an after sight...