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The Last One

It's funny how you made me love myself, Now that I look back at all bitter memories from the disappointment shelf, It feels good to have evolved from there You made me believe, there are people who care. You said, it is never wrong to fight for the right, Help yourself, throw the hesitation from your sight. I really appreciate finding you out of the blue, The one who reshaped a loser is you. To be honest, you can be really annoying at times, It can be so hard to find the rhymes It is never perfect but still incredible, And the satisfaction from weaving feelings into poetry is inexpressible. So this last one is dedicated to writing, Thanks for coming into my life at the perfect timing. I don't care if I'm broke by doing you, Doing you is doing me, and i know, my feelings are true. You are the fate's call to me, And definitely the paradise's key.

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Date: 1/14/2023 12:01:00 PM
I recently received your message in your other poem. Thank you Nandika! I wish you good health and happiness too! The last poem I posted yesterday could be my last too... maybe a Yes, or maybe a No. I wish to write more in the coming weeks and months and years but, my poems in three months-time of my stay here is long enough to express my vision and good intentions of my writing to the world. From my heart I already expressed myself. And somehow, everybody in the World can read and feel me as I am for being Me, inside and out. My purpose of writing is to participate, not to compete. And honestly, I am always grateful to God for using me as an instrument of peace. I am but a humble servant. Very soon you will know everything about my old past. God bless you always Nandika!
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Nandika Srivastava
Date: 1/16/2023 8:11:00 AM
Hi, I appreciate your support. My journey on poetry soup ends here; it was nice knowing you. Best of luck for your future! Nandika

Book: Shattered Sighs