• pawani_t 23w

    Saudade

    It felt as though the hands of clock,
    Sunk through the nub of time,
    To take me back to the place,
    Where it all started.

    The place where I found the stream of saudade,
    Engulfing my consciousness.

    The place where remained a dilute version of myself,
    Who believed in the probity of kindness,
    Who believed in the element of happiness,
    By pouring my heart out.

    Walking down these memory lanes,
    Discovered a frail version of myself,
    Buried deep within the fossil of time,
    Which no longer will see the light of present.
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