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Last updated on August 19, 2020

Nothing is new yet not same
It looks like an old game.
A brand new level,
In the same old board.
After lot of stumbling,
When I thought it was over,
It was just finding,
That is a do over.
Hardships levelled up maze,
That still had me amazed.

It’s like rollercoaster ride,
With a real rope tight.
No particular rules to abide,
Just hoping for things right.
Going up and down,
Yet about being able to frown.
As it’s not about a crown,
But just a small prize.
That will seem big size,
As it’s a constant do over.

Meeting un “known” faces daily,
Finding my passage regularly.
Learning words constantly.
Eating things uneaten.
Now that I’m in new vicinity.
I have gotten a do over,
Something I can’t get over.
It’s like a second childhood,
One without mom’s hood.


A beautiful piece collaborated with one of my great friend Sanchita, thank you so much for coming together for this wonderful work.

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Published inProse & Poem

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