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Reshma

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since May 2017
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The Seasons

May 21, 2017

It was spring when we had a talk

Asked if I know you, excited me

With no thoughts, at loss of words said

I hate you with no harm

 

It was the time when the hot weather caught us

Our first long talk, on your birthday

It was the amusing babbling for complete one hour

Started our journey from the day next

 

Summer time was that when,

My hand was touched by yours

Inner soul was so loud covered with shyness

Saying, not to take out your hand

 

Time, I had gone far from you

The season of cold which took me away

Gave me the chills I ever hated

Far away was I, never thought of let you go

 

The incredible thoughts of you

Running through my head

Loved you more and more

waited for days to wash away to meet you

 

The second spring was here,

Welcoming me to you again

The warm hug received by you

sailed my mind over

And fallen for you yet again

 

-Reshma

 

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