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The House

Writer: Hashtag Kalakar
Hashtag Kalakar
Dec 24, 2023
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Updated: Jul 28, 2025

By M. Jithasri


The girl stands still, staring at her old house

A place where her heart learned to sing and glide

At the weathered walls that carry a canvas of memories

At the winds that whisper the untold tales, she stares


Now comes her new abode with a blank canvas

With the brush in her hand

And she continues to paint

Her unfinished life


By M. Jithasri




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