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Finding The Unknown

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jul 14, 2025

By Aashna Garg


On a path we gathered 

A long time has passed

I don’t Understand how it matt tell me 

Till our memories still last.

My eyes searched for someone 

I may have forgotten to meet,

A person I loved 

But was never sweet.

My heart knew they were there

So did my feet,

My eyes still searched for someone 

I longed to meet.

My feet came to a halt

My eyes began to bleed,

When I saw lonely

In the mirror was I looking at

Me.


By Aashna Garg



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