the morning sunlight made its way
but nothing I received from you
except for a bouquet of uncertainties
forgotten me
erased me
or too busy in your daily chores
maybe worried or sad
confused
never could know what could be
just the surrounding sadness
or the uneasiness one gets
when something usual happens amongst
unusual occurrences of everyday
because there was nothing from you
for me
after a long time
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Author:
Suman_Bhattacharya (
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- Category: Reflection
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