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Crush

By Ridhima Bhagawati


Jagged-edged origami boy,

Artistry in bubble wrap.

And me, the novice authenticator,

And you, who made me stop in my tracks.


The messages of some crazed artiste,

The subtle meaning to your paucities,

And the poet in me awakening,

To study your messy qualities.


By Ridhima Bhagawati


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Nimisha Bhagawati
Nimisha Bhagawati
Dec 09, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

the crush takes me to my childhood. its innocent and pure nostalgia


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