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Feb 2016
She would often keep a bunch of carnations
Every morning, by her bedside,
To remind her of the beauty of nature all around.

She would also place an hourglass
Everyday, at her work table
To feel the sands of time slipping through the fingers

She would also light a lamp
Every evening, in front of His idol
To see these lights spread into her life

But
This is the 'forgetful Her'
Sometimes she would forget
The carnations
The hourglass and
The lamp

What she does not forget is
The dreams...
The broken dream
The utopian dream or
The dreamy dream

She would settle a bundle of dreams
Every night, under herΒ Β pillow, without fail
To remind her of the elegance of her thoughts and
The charisma of tomorrow...
Written by
Payal Sharma
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