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~ haiku ~
Rigor to escape the past,
the lives that led the confused mass,
dirt washed yet stains remain.
Rigor to escape the past,
the lives that led the confused mass,
dirt washed yet stains remain.
moments i cherished
As I sit down on a not so bright Tuesday morning to write something hoping no one read yet would give me a source to pour my feelings.It occurs to me that that i have grown up yet am childish in a peculiar way only i can understand.The moments which made me happy and yet have the force to trouble me now as I write them.The surprise drizzling on Tuesday morning doesn't make my nostalgia feel lazy but on the contrary awakens me from my slumber. My heart's feeling heavy as i remember the day when my school reopened.I asked my mom, "Mom,why does the school reopen at a time when such a lousy morning is tempting me to sleep."Mom just rolled her eyes in disgust to my question,making her displeasure known.I immediately got up from my bed and began to think of all the possible ways of missing the first day.i thought, "Its raining cats n dogs and am praying the providence to bestow its kindness on my feeling and make it impossible for the school bus to reach our place; ...
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