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Apr 2021
Slow and cold breeze,
Gushing in her face,
Standing on the window,
She happily thinks of her good old days,
Gently caressing her hair.
Now that marriage looms on her head,
The simple thought of sharing space with an unknown,
Sends shivers down her vein.
Her fears are not unfounded,
She doesn’t know him,
And now she has to change herself to the tune of her husband,
Life is harsh.
But maybe not for her,
Maybe she gets the whole new world to explore with her husband.
She looks up from the window,
The moon smiled at her,
She thanked her in anticipation.
Pushkar Shandilya
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Pushkar Shandilya  26/M/Kolkata
(26/M/Kolkata)   
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