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Isha Anjali Poem
I am not who I was yesterday,
not fully who I’ll be tomorrow,
just something in between the light
and every shade I used to borrow.
The world keeps shaping me in ways
I don’t always understand,
like rivers carve the stone by time
without a plan, without a hand.
And maybe growth is just this art—
becoming while you’re still unsure,
a gentle shift inside the soul
that learns to bend and still endure.
This poem is about personal growth and change. It shows how people slowly evolve over time, even when they don’t fully realize it.
Copyright © Isha Anjali | Year Posted 2026
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Isha Anjali Poem
Some things don’t leave with time,
they settle in the corners slow,
like dust upon a windowpane
that only quiet hours know.
A word, a look, a half-breathed thought,
can stay longer than we plan,
not everything that ends is gone—
some lives inside what we began.
And I have learned to let them be,
these small unspoken parts of me,
not all that stays is meant to hurt,
some things just choose to simply be.
This poem is about memories and emotions that stay with us over time. It shows that not everything we experience disappears—some feelings quietly remain and shape who we are.
Copyright © Isha Anjali | Year Posted 2026
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