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Vaishnavi Suryawanshi

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Vaishnavi Suryawanshi

Abstract Others

The Leaf

The Leaf

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The rays

Soak the water from the leaf

The leaf dries 

It can’t be itself

Fresh and green


It hurts

When your survival

Makes you suffer

Takes you other survivals

Like the water


However

The leaf accepts

Let everything be itself

No matter how

It feels.


Evening percolates calmness

The rays aren’t there anymore

The leaf 

Becomes

Fresh and green.


It has found its comfort

By passing over the rays 


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