Yahan: this unvisited body
I didn't know what this prompt meant,
So, I asked ChatGPT.
It said some interesting things,
But it wasn't really what the prompt meant.
I searched on Google, then.
It was much better and pulled the lines,
from some nook of the internet,
that I had not seen before.
It showed me a post from [@alyaza](https://cohost.org/alyaza/post/1562201-ab-yahan-koi-nahi),
Showed her cohost post,
She had a quote in that post,
Another poem from an anthology.
For me, yahan is here.
wahan is there.
And the whole wide world, is in between
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