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Jun 16
You let it slip
Didn’t strive for
The slot is full
Your calendar too

Days passed
New slots were allotted
The busy note
Reads the same

Was it priority
That took all the days
New slots never taken
Empty spots forsaken

What mattered most
And not, lost forgotten
Perforated pages
From the calendar erased
Blurring numbers and days
Sarita Aditya Verma
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Sarita Aditya Verma  49/F/Pune, India
(49/F/Pune, India)   
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