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Once upon a time, not long ago, A seed of an idea flying from the land afar, Took deep root in my fertile imagination! There was no reason and it was no season, But the seed sprouted and thrived! There was some sunshine and some rain, Enough for it to grow wild and wide – But, the climate was not meant to be. It engulfed my existence, disconnected my reasoning, It was self-sustaining! I was basking in its beauty; With its branches spread all over me, I couldn’t see the world outside. Then it started withering and dying, For reasons I cannot explain. The sunshine vanished, Raindrops evaporated. It took a while for me to realize that All I have left is, just A ghost of my imagination! ©Bharathi Devi
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
A Ghost of My Imagination!
Once upon a time, not long ago, A seed of an idea flying from the land afar, Took deep root in my fertile imagination! There was no reason and it was no season, But the seed sprouted and thrived! There was some sunshine and some rain, Enough for it to grow wild and wide – But, the climate was not meant to be. It engulfed my existence, disconnected my reasoning, It was self-sustaining! I was basking in its beauty; With its branches spread all over me, I couldn’t see the world outside. Then it started withering and dying, For reasons I cannot explain. The sunshine vanished, Raindrops evaporated. It took a while for me to realize that All I have left is, just A ghost of my imagination! ©Bharathi Devi
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
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