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                                                       DIVERGENCE
                                                                                                         Gehna Gautam
                                                                                                           3rd year, CSE



            I sat down in my engineering physics class              separation anxiety.

            and there I saw a word                                  I've let people enter into my haven,
            written on the blackboard                               And with all the pretty memories,
            a funny looking triangle with                           and laughs, and love-me's,
            a dot next to it                                        those people turned
            divergence.                                             a haven into a heaven,
            in vector calculus                                      and not wanting the evening to end,
            it gives                                                cause you know when,
            magnitude instead of direction                          You're having fun, time flies,
            of a field,                                             But I want them to stay, just a little longer,
            but since I was a child I was taught                    hold my hand, laugh a little
            That it was a difference in opinion,                    And maybe just smile.
            a path off- road,                                       I want the evening to last longer,

            The road not taken,                                     that hold you have on my hand,
            I was taught                                            you make me feel stronger.
            that it was separation.                                 and everytime I see you get up,
            hearts are bound by heartstrings not chains             the bye-byes and small talk,
            But somehow,                                            That's just a formality,
            I feel mine is leashed up with people I meet,           how do I tell you,
            the people I like,                                      That, you can get up and leave but
            sometimes it gets too much but how do I tell people that,  the ghost of the hold you had on my hand
            it's not you,                                           now is at my throat, and chokes me
            It's me,                                                and I've got tears at the brim of my lash line
            You see, I'm an extrovert,                              it's struggling to stay back,
            But that's the funny thing about labels,                the same way I'm controlling myself
            They only stick for so long,                            to not throw my arms around them,

            and before you know it,                                 And beg them to stay,
            They yellow at the corners,                             so long till you sit, and tell me
            And start to crinkle and                                it's all gonna be , okay.
            Eventually one day, till they fall off                  I'm back to my physics class,
            And you realise that you are not who you pretended to be,  I am anxiety in the seconds of in-betweens
            And it was about time people should                     I'm stuck in a triangle
            See, what happens when you have                         With all it's vertices towards me,                

                                                                    it's called divergence you see?

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