Abort
I walk on never to look back
Every future is a step from the past
I dream on. that tomorrow I will stand,
move on, but Hope, hasn’t found its feet
I abort my thoughts of you
As once I did of you, my child.
I think my stars foretold
That this pain will outlast the wind.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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