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Abandoned & Lost


By Netra Hirani

Soft glow of the sun,

warm rays smiling at the silky cool water

running in between my fingers,

polite teasing breeze whispering me to steel myself,

as your hands hold my fabric tight and keep me near,

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A pearl on my hand,

a star on my neck resting between my collar bones,

ravens on my shoulder awaiting flight.

Smell of fresh baked cookies and a warm brownie,

that hugs your heart, melts the frost.

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Gentle touches in this white,

your hands warming mine as I slip them in your cloak.

A few more hours until the bridge burns down to Ashes,

as we collect wood and build once again.

The time has its way, crisp and clear.

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The green striped walls and elevated chairs,

a dash of an old stored marmalade on soft biscuits.

The pebbles on the streets where we wove hands.

Old cream cakes and milkshakes.

Before sunset, goodbye.

These paths and tastes,

remain abandoned and lost.

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Netra Hirani is a sophomore at Thapar University, pursuing Computer Sciences. She has been writing since she was 12 and loves poetry. She is the author of ‘Breathings’, a compilation of her poetry and has a WordPress blog, ‘Scriptechtellus’. She loves music, has a playlist for every occasion and enjoys dancing. She likes solving Sudoku, appreciates good humour alongside a cup of hot tea.

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