As I navigate my final abyss before reclamation,
My purpose,
Wield of compassion,
A nagging voice,
Keeps yelling and telling,
Chop chop, chop- chop,
So, I blur the noise,
With my own voice,
And reaffirm to Myself,
We are celebrating,
The last leg of the curveball…
Almost there;
And where we go,
Is a noise proof space,
We can only bring inner voice …
– Rupika Moitra
