Ankita Choudhury Poems

Over the blended scars on my soul,
Nonetheless healing stings furiously;
Sets forth to the departed past.
The past where the uncanny roses,
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How cryptic the moon is,
As it can beam bright,
Bereft of its own light.
As it accompanies every night owl,
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Untimely times may drear you,
Untimely times may despair you.
But remember,
This time shall pass too.
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Being obsessed with the hymns of love,
O love!
And driven with the flow of frantic emotions,
O love!
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To the beloved of mine who incarnated me.
By the divinely spirit you illume me,
With every ounce of trail you lead me,
To spread my breath in the world you showed me,
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