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Ankita Parkhad

Tragedy

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Ankita Parkhad

Tragedy

Left Behind

Left Behind

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Look what is left behind.

The friends who were there to feel.

The teacher gave me strength.


The grandmother whom I am not able to meet because of long distance.

The volleyball coach taught me to push my hand to the high upper.

The clapping I got for good handwriting.


The appreciation I got for creative work.

The prizes and trophies I planned to win.

The group song on qawwali I missed.


The stage performance of singing, I missed because of my shyness.

The boy with I stuck my eyes with the sense of something uttering a word.

Left behind things to miss and catch in the future.


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