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 A poem dedicated to all those who have left an imprint in my life:)
A poem for those who have taught me lessons--  either with their love or even by their deceit...


Today I sat lost in thoughts on the shore,
watching the world in copious scores...

A wave appeared then another ...all in a line,
an unending phenomena occuring all the time!

Receding softly when the tides low and gushing forward during high tides,
waves dancing to and fro, just like the people in our lives!

Some who rush out as quickly as they rushed in,
some who stood through thick and thin...
some who failed to leave behind a mark,
some whose shadows you can feel even in the dark...
some who changed you while you stood unaware,
some you thought were genuine while they were busy feigning care...
some loved you but never expressed..
some you loved but never confessed...
some whose deceit made your blood boil,,,
some whom you hurt unknowingly ..in sleepless nights you coil...
some whose honey dipped tongues hid their coal-burnt insides,,
some whose blunt yet truthful tones unveiled "your other side"..
some for whom you'll always BE A REASON TO LIVE..
some who just dont know whats receiving..coz they ve only LEARNT to GIVE...
some whose value you may never ever realise,,
some who'll leave you stranded,without notice,without goodbyes...

waves will come and waves will go..
surging surging high tides, receding when low...
some may engulf you,,
some may lead you safely to the shore...
some may calm your senses,,
some may topple boats... .

an incessant phenomena occuring all the time...
waves dancing to n fro... just like the people in my life...

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