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On the canvas of universe, she is too small to be seen On the surface of earth, she is too extreme to fit She was born not to belong Not to a nation Not to a home And not among her species Rootless, her mind flys Drowning she is, from dawn till dusk Unsatisfying curiosity never leaves her Paralyzed she is, by the weight of her unravelling thoughts By the eyes on her By the world itself She was born not to belong Not to a society Not to a soul Not to life itself Rootless she is Filled with pain she is Belonged she isn't, any where any land any water any planet She longs to be out Out of this world Out of this universe Perhaps from her very beginning she got off on the wrong stop Her words, misjudged Her thoughts, misunderstood Her identity, unbeknownst - N #review#poem