flowers bloomed
carefree
looking here
laughing there
as the day
slithered
from dawn to dusk
some of those flowers
turned pale
their end was their
the next morning
was not for them
~~~~~
Asha Seth
The Knowing
Published by Asha Seth
A copywriter by profession but a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. A rebel who seeks refuge in the confines of worlds created by words. She reads, writes, reviews, and when not doing these, loves to loiter in the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Prefers dusty old bookshops for coffee chats. Literary Influencers: Tolstoy, Bukowski, Lahiri, Maurier. View all posts by Asha Seth
Same happens with people in our lives …relations cease to exist as life goes on …
When you reach a certain point in life, instead of talking past glory, you find yourself reminiscing about people who are only with us in memory.”
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A very short and real poem!
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Wonderfully melancholy!
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Nice words, Asha!
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Reblogged this on The Shubham Stories.
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