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Blue

Dec 2, 2024
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By Vanshika Rastogi


the colour is what, I admired the most

but the colour is now, I hate the most

because it reminded me of you,

the reason for peace has now become the reason for pieces,

the soothing effect has already gone,

the light which used to make me happy every morning.

has now become the reason,

I don't want to open my eyes.

the dream has shattered in so many pieces

and it's so much hurting,

that the shards of glass are way better than this.

now the canvas will always remain colorless,

with no lights around it leaving a longing effect day after day,

making it a colorless tale of love.


By Vanshika Rastogi


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