People you come across,
Are like things that flow past a river,
You latch on to,
Those that intrigue you.
But isn't it weird,
That you cross paths with certain people,
For whom you seem to harbor,
An intense, innate, intricated emotions,
Be it abhorrence or fondness or compassion,
Without having ever met them before once?
All beings as now,
Have mingled and lived,
As bare souls before this life,
Might be true after all.
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Author:
Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You meet some people for the very first time, but you seem to feel a strong connection and sometimes, a pull towards them. Like how you feel you've known and adored someone for long or like how you resent some, for no reasons.
- Category: Reflection
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