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Neha Chaware

Abstract

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Neha Chaware

Abstract

The Book

The Book

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Its 2052, 

How I miss the old times,

As I monotonously, 

Tap the pages, 

Of my kindle ebook. 


How I miss the old times, 

When the sweet smell of, 

Old pages drew me,

Towards it as I opened the book, 

The texture of the yellow pages, 

 on my fingers. 


Oh, how I miss, 

The times till 2022, 

When the e-wave came, 

And swept all the books away.


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