A Deleted World

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An artistic representation of the poem: a deleted world. Illustration: 7MB
A serene world of the past is a world of memories - one that is deleted. Where do we go now? Rohith's beautiful poem.

There was a tree there, a bird
chirping in the foliage-
a lake stilled for a long time,
that only rippled to the fall of leaves.
There were secrets in the cavities
of the tree. Dreams hung to its
branches. We were resting there
in those ancient shadows. Winds
were plain, devoid of any expression,
seasons would invent new times,



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