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Gone With the Wind

Withered leaves scamper the courtyard,

Howling wind cries your name.

Soulful eyes with memories scarred, 

Gone with the wind are the days of fame.

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The stage is lost, acts forgotten, 

Curtains drawn; mock my presence.

Gone with the wind, are days mirth-laden,

Lights have dulled, jeering silence.

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Wine goblets and cheddar cheese,

Gone with wind are these savouries. 

Discontent bubbling, drowned in grief

Me and my formidable memories.

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Gone with the wind are my days of youth 

I chase them and pant down in defeat.

Time the leveller has portrayed the truth,

Only if , it was him, I could cheat!

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Written by Dr Shweta Mathur Lall

I am a dentist working with Apollo hospital. I am an voracious reader an avid writer and an orator.

Looking forward to learning and harnessing my thoughts.

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