Burried in the pages, I struggle
to breathe; Sticking my neck out
half dead; From my grave
a chapter half read

As a forgotten friend I carry
memories under the patterns of dust.
pressed as leaf under a boulder
crying out; for someone
who moved on

Retrace your steps
Open the page, that you
closed in rage.lessons
never lose their meaning

The Underlined words
are caged birds
let them fly, unleash
the future, waiting on
my other side.

Nikunj Sharma

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