I They It We
What I thought was solitude
Was merely self indulgent loneliness
Then one day my heart stopped
My perplexed brain gave in too
Desensitized all sensibility
I hypothesized in null form
The tide, low and far too still
They no longer played
They no longer spoke
Remotely seen
It still lives to share this
How, we don't know
poem by Sneha Ganguly
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