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Autograph

As I gazed over my bookshelf,

My eyes fell on a beautiful book,

A small but precious autograph book.

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Though the pages had lost their colour,

They still held the fragrance,

Same as they had two decades back.

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It seemed like yesterday, that,

We walked through those corridors,

Which witnessed numerous moments.

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Love was in the air,

In every nook and corner

And under every branch.

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Most of us fell in love,

For the first time.

Be it mutual, or one sided.

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We enjoyed under it’s warmth.

Oblivious of the future,

We just lived the moment.

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The trees and the benches,

Soaked in our tears,

Of joy and sorrow.

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For some, that love entered,

The next phase in life

And they continued to grow together.

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For others, that love,

Remained as the first love,

In their lives forever.

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Love, a beautiful feeling,

Made our lives colourful

And gave us a reason to smile.

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Pic Courtesy : Evie S. on Unsplash

Kirti V

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