The surging emotions
that often kept him in an oblivious state
were subsiding
and the hope resurrected with a gentle blip,
The smiles
that had morphed into a grim outlook
was jutting out,
And the love
that was crushed under the miasma of betrayal
found new wings,
It was a new day,
a new beginning,
The sun was breaking into some golden hue,
the clouds were fading away,
the flowers bloomed,
for he decided to pull the anchors out
from the past yore
and slowly but surely
he liberated,
he was free
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Outstanding Shantanu.
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Love how you ended this piece.
Thanks so much for reading
That is right. Thanks for reading
Thanks so much for your words. Deeply appreciate it
My pleasure 😇
Ek shabdon men ………Behtarin.
I love the ending of this wonderfully written piece!
Thanks so much, Diana. Much appreciate it
Thanks so much
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Let’s pulled out the anchor from the stake and stagnant ties and move forward..just so beautiful
Thanks so much my dear friend. Much appreciate it
It’s always such a good feeling to read your poems.
You are very kind. Thank you
Always.
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