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Reena Saxena

Abstract

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Reena Saxena

Abstract

Change

Change

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A sole red leaf on my doorstep

Birds gather around to guess

The branch is separated from…


Waves hit the shore and go back

Sounds whisper, but do not tell

Stories nurtured in oceanic depths


We don’t step into the same river twice

Nor do I know if I see

The same sky or moon every day


The Sun burns itself every day

Spreads light from a renewed source

I inhale light to seep my being…


Change is so subtle

I deceive myself by saying

I’ve known this person for so long.


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