Parisha Shukla Poems

Every now and then I wonder,
Is this world ever connected?
With all those parallels, it makes me amazed—
Are those meant to be forgiven in this way?
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I remember the day we last talked—
One was at my home, the other at the coach.
Never knew you both had really moved
To a place I could never know.
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When I first saw you, it just felt like usual.
Over the days—studying, growing—
I felt an imaginary warmth in your eyes.
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Once a day, thoughts of QUITTING,
It was ages before or is it just me who aged?
Hearing whispers—
'Oh girl! Don't overthink, you're just a child.'
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