They returned
I tore the filthy pages of my past,
And threw them in the stream
As memories to oblivion
I tried to cast.
But they floated back to shore,
For life's tale needs them forevermore.
Though stained,
Each page plays it's essential part,
In writting the story of my life.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2024
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