And that letter I wrote
with thoughts laced with hope
and my yearnings
weaved in an ensemble
with the remembrance of our past
is lying somewhere insentient
craving for a touch
but you wonโt care
for you I am nothing
but a speck of dust
Copyright ยฉ Shantanu Baruah
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Amazing. So beautifully poured out! ๐
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Thanks so much, Anne
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You’re most welcome ๐
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Indifference is the hardest response to process.
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True my friend. Thanks so much
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I love this poem
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Thanks so much. I really appreciate it
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I wrote a poem based in unopened letters.it called “alone”
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Cool. Will check it out
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Thanks so much.
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๐ธ๐I havenโt checked yet ๐ฑ
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Hahaha..no worries..take your time. Main Kahan ja rahi hoon
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This piece is so beautifully written. Your emotions seep through this one. So sorrowful. ๐ฅ
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Thanks so much. Truly humbled
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You’re most welcome, my friend! ๐
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