A notebook is something I always carry, ‘Cause I call myself a writer you see, When thoughts knock during times unexpected, I don’t trust my memory, I jot them…
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#day23
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The tall chinar trees stand still in solemn silence, As the leaves tremble in the aftermath of resounding gunshots, The distant snow capped mountains mourn in a foetal hush,…
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Theme : Write a poem about a futuristic world that has technologically grown in mtyriad ways *** Concrete jungles with towers spiral, Greenery on earth dangerously dwindles, The futuristic…
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our days seem numbered the fragrant past seems brighter my rusted brain seems too lost 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…