Bon Voyage
As i move onthere has not been
much time
to look back
to bid adieu
to what was
may be i carry
specs of it within me
and may be
it might all
just come back to me
at my beck and call
not in a linear parallel way
but as
shooting stars
scintillating on the bioscape
of my mind space.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2024-04-21 at 11:50
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