Contradiction always arises
between
my innate call and
continual refusal shaped externally.
Innate voice overpowers the latter.
Still, I opened the old album hesitantly,
turned over the pages,
saw some dry patches this time,
over the collected memories.
Oh! My old tears bloom into withered leaves,
and not into flowers.
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07-07-2025
Rahul Khandelwal
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