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Prologue
Happy,together
Laughing, roaming, Smiling
Warmth,life,alive,skeleton
screaming ,sitting, crying
Sad,alone
Funeral
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Without you
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Sunshine
yellow, crimson
glowing, burning, scattering
day, summer, night, winter
illuminating, relaxing, reflecting
white, blue
Moonlight
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I am a Moon
Who lost her shine
On the way to
Perfecting my life.
So, I told the stars
To be my guide.
But they just said,
You are not right.
So, I asked
Is there anyone?
To hold my hand
Always and forever
Without any acumen
Even if I am wrong,
Took the flaws,
Joyous my heart,
Make me glow,
When I lack.
All this way,
I find you.
My Sun.
Innocent Moon
By SARA TASNIA
20 june,2022
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Can't be weak to them
For those who thinks
I am strong
For them
I have done it.
To be honest,
I am strong
I know my moves.
I can feel
I can heal.
Them who needs me.
Breaking me,
Not so easy.
Yes. I am
I am strong.
Little do you know,
Being strong.
Hmmm.
Often summons loneliness.
Pinch by pinch we see
as we grow up.
And this quote says,
All great precious things are lonely.*
Is that?
So, yea. I am strong.
Can't be weak for them.
For them,
I have become strong.
Maybe I don’t need courage.
But It's good to have support
Just to hold hands.
Having someone
Just to say
You can do it.
Call it human nature,
Call it whatever.
I just need to know
I need to stay strong.
Hey you, Just watch
How strong I am!
----- I am strong
Sars Tasnia
15 August 2022
* This quote is by Join Steinbeck.
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Suddenly,
On a preoccupied day
Life is frowning
Life is snickering
Taking about,
Incoherence of life
All that spooked me in the night.
A sort of disorientation
Gulping me overtime
Where is my happiness?
Are they buried?
My head is heavy
I feel drowsy
Reluctant to talk
This time is lingering.
No! No!
Let me arise
Leave the rathole
Cross the outskirts
Soaring my hand
Towards this world
Hooting, chasing
My dreams
Can't be nostalgic
When my zero-hours are flying.
On this occurrence
Someone chirped,
Life needs to be tended
Before it is just a relic.
----My Dear Life
By Sara Tasnia
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In the same chatbox
We all are here
But nothing is like before
Or the people change.
Sometimes,
Not completely
But yet
They change.
2018 was the Golden era
Just passed SSC
Nothing to bother.
Suddenly,
In 2019, all gone
Knock, Knock
Our serious college life started
We must pass the exam.
Then 2020 came, with some germs
All minds want to know
When HSC will come?
Frustrated, Disturbed
We all want it to stop.
And the announcement came in October
No HSC for this year
Yea, In covid we had fun
or we could have more
If the HSC was not stuck.
And,2021
Normal days were coming back
Admission test
What's that?
So, yea
We engaged in this competition.
Now we
It's 2022
We are still we
But different
Sightly or fully
Living our lives outside the box.
Once it was pretty similar
Same school, Same batch
However,
we are together
In the same chatbox
Too much matureness
Doesn’t sound like before.
Maybe
We are still that close
Some are, Some are not.
Still comrades.
Frankly, we know
when we meet
It’s not like before.
And honestly,
We pretend as if
It is like before.
-Lab Box
Sara Tasnia
22 August,2022
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Some of your words
Still touches my heart
Like sweetest honey.
But it's not free
Fill with what you gave me
And they call it a betrayal.
I call it a lesson,
A new beginning in my life.
Thank you for being a light.
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Thank you
by Sara Tasnia
28 August 2022
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