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Jahnavi Gupta

Drama

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Jahnavi Gupta

Drama

A Midnight Meet

A Midnight Meet

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The road was pitch black

Darker than the dreams

Which haunt me every night.


I walked slowly

Ready to face the storm

Inside my heart.


With a feeling sound

I opened the wooden gate.

Walking inside,

I heard a thousand souls

Crying to meet the lost ones.


I walked up to you

And my heart broke into a thousand pieces.

There you were

Standing calmly

After taking away my meaning to live.


But,

How could I be mad at you?

I still love you

And forever will.


With my shaking figures

I embraced your epitaph

Which I had to write myself.


You are happy right?

'Cause I won't be able to feel that again.


I'm not sad

It's just...

Spring may not come anymore.



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