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The Forgotten

Oct 28, 2024
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Updated: Jul 5, 2025

By S.Nithya Dharshini


Written on the paper, from the woods of fantasy,

written in the ink, drawn from the tears of a fairy,

written by a hand so profound in art. 

I am a mixture of love and sorrow from the heart.

I love the universe present within myself. 

I look like the stars fallen from the grace of heaven.

Now, I wait like the moon waits for the sun on your shelf. 


Amid the cluster of voids, like books I abide  

But I’m the star, you left to be put aside. 

You write on me as if I’m about the be thrown away,

look at me once my dear, I’m as bright as the sun on the day.

Is it me or is it you who doesn’t know how to treat? For I,

am your poem, my love, The poem you forgot the read.


By S.Nithya Dharshini



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