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On Finding Someone long lost
Growing old—I grew up,
Stopped hugging grief.
Rediscovered,
The child in me.
Happy just to be.
I wonder
How did I lose touch with it?
Careful
Like a mother,
Now I nurture.
poem
by
Mamta Agarwal
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