Every scar on my chest,
a map with no grids—
the outlines rugged,
yet they navigate
to the core of my being
on the journey of my life.
Every time the scalpel
left a scar on me,
I delved deeper into my soul,
intrigued by the maps
that adorned me,
oblivious to their imperfections.
— Geetha Paniker
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