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Reflections

You point to your future 

And I to my past. 

Believe me when I say, 

It all goes by too fast. 

And we gaze into this

Rose tinted glass of time-

My follies blurred at your end, 

Your genius hazed in mine. 

You’ll get here eventually,

I hope on your own terms,

While I keep gazing fondly,

From a point of no return. 

©Sai

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Written by Sai

When thoughts began to rhyme,
And lines found a heartbeat,
I transformed from a dentist to a poet.

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