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Pooja Roy

Romance Classics Fantasy

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Pooja Roy

Romance Classics Fantasy

Past Reflection

Past Reflection

2 mins
160


Everyone has their own dream some are flying some are reading dancing talking jumping and many more

But although some people are not able to remember their dream whenever they are awoke

I had always dreamed of strange things which I never imagined 

I find everything strange but it feels like it is familiar

Mountainous area pinkish evening with elder brother and dad I was very happy

I laughed jumped so joyfully 

Dad used to cut woods and my elder brother took care of me

I was a small little teenage girl who goes to school every day but the place was not known liked my reality

Places were quite different peoples languages lifestyles were different

Like I was surrounded by the judgemental and violent society. I was a quiet silent girl and that journey one tall boy dimple in his cheeks had fallen in love

He used to stare me like I was only made for him

He used to stare me like I was only for him 

That loveable eyes and his dimples which I can't ever forget


But this cruel society... I don't know what happen blurry thoughts began

Dusty became the atmosphere

I was on my home way to home... 

My friend came to inform me 

That boy is struggling because of you


His mistake was nothing

He did nothing but he truly loved me


That pain was unbearable for me even I don't want to see

 I was scared I wanted to protect him


But that cruel society had held me tight


I cried bitterly 

I shouted I yelled "oh please stop that" don't do that


My love won't say anything

He suffered his smiling face made me remember and it made me more crying


He was hit badly by the villagers and then That cruel person threw him from the cliff 

I was still standing there

I was not able to bear that pain

In front of my eyes, I lost my love

That painful moment made me cried even today

Why I was so weak that I was not able to protect


It was not my dream it's was my past reflection I had the feel


I had seen you

I had touched you


Again I have born for you and for us

We have to complete our love stories that is why the universe had given us a chance


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