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Shubhi Mahajan

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•Proposing someone• Travelled a long distance to meet you. Admist the garden, I found a rose for our unbreakable bond. Plucked it with glare all around. Its hypnotizing fragrance Its fragile petals Forced me to hand it over you. But the thorns sometimes prevent us From reaching to the beautiful flower. Some petals started leaving their place. But still some petals had my hope; Those were the fragile petals Holding the burden of a relationship. And someone brought a flower near me, Songs of love started in my mind. Slivers with the flow of wind. Knees on the ground, With mouth asking for a bond. Finally, those petals started leaving their place again, ~But in her hands. •Proposing someone• Travelled a long distance to meet you. Admist the garden, I found a rose for our unbreakable bond. Plucked it with glare all around. Its hypnotizing fragrance Its fragile petals

•Proposing someone• Travelled a long distance to meet you. Admist the garden, I found a rose for our unbreakable bond. Plucked it with glare all around. Its hypnotizing fragrance Its fragile petals Forced me to hand it over you. But the thorns sometimes prevent us From reaching to the beautiful flower. Some petals started leaving their place. But still some petals had my hope; Those were the fragile petals Holding the burden of a relationship. And someone brought a flower near me, Songs of love started in my mind. Slivers with the flow of wind. Knees on the ground, With mouth asking for a bond. Finally, those petals started leaving their place again, ~But in her hands. •Proposing someone• Travelled a long distance to meet you. Admist the garden, I found a rose for our unbreakable bond. Plucked it with glare all around. Its hypnotizing fragrance Its fragile petals

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•A story of disrobing• //poetry disrobed in the caption. • A story of disrobing• Is walking at 12am, a sin? Is wearing a crop top, a crime? Is being much frank, an enormity? At 12am, the crickets were shrilling the night's peace

•A story of disrobing• //poetry disrobed in the caption. • A story of disrobing• Is walking at 12am, a sin? Is wearing a crop top, a crime? Is being much frank, an enormity? At 12am, the crickets were shrilling the night's peace

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•The guest at the party• //occasional poetry in the caption. •The guest at the party• The breeze came quivering the curtains and me, with the sunlight rubbing my eyes and the music of the birds and the psalms entering my sleek ears. Hiding my bedsheet inside its own folds, I reflected myself into the mirror with a silly grin on my face, and hairs slapping my obsessed reverie. Opening the door, I saw everybody entering into their chores and my feelings became invisible for them. I went to school with a heavy heart to receive some boxes, but received no

•The guest at the party• //occasional poetry in the caption. •The guest at the party• The breeze came quivering the curtains and me, with the sunlight rubbing my eyes and the music of the birds and the psalms entering my sleek ears. Hiding my bedsheet inside its own folds, I reflected myself into the mirror with a silly grin on my face, and hairs slapping my obsessed reverie. Opening the door, I saw everybody entering into their chores and my feelings became invisible for them. I went to school with a heavy heart to receive some boxes, but received no