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A story yet unfinished...

  • Writer: Shaanvi Rai
    Shaanvi Rai
  • Jul 16, 2025
  • 1 min read

I walk this earth all by myself,

Climbing the steps towards sweet home, death.

I, too, had people I could call mine.

People I collected, lost along the line.

Memories I made, somewhat futile by now.

Words I heard, Words I spoke.

Faded away like fingerprints on photographs.

Photographs sealed and packed away,

Banished to a life of encagement.

A life left behind, a story yet unfinished.

What I could have been?

If I still had the people I could call mine.

People I collected, lost along the line.

Memories I made, somewhat futile by now.

Words I heard, words I spoke,

Washed over with the tides passing by.

Snippets of what my laughter sounded like.

Laughter and love,

Misinterpreted songs.

A life left behind, a story yet unfinished.

 
 
 

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