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The Girl That Was

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Gazelle eyed she watched the world,

Wondering at every leaf, flower and bud,

Sunrise mesmerised her with golden hue,

She loved each sunset’s enchanting view.


Drenched in drizzle from the cloud that looms,

Danced like a peacock spreading her plumes,

Roaming the world in her carefree ways 

Even nightingales envied her mellifluous lays,


Caught in the net of tantalising  maze,

Of countless promises that love makes,

Thrown in a world of make believe lies,

 Wounded she lay with tears and sighs.


Her lips are sealed by sacred vows,

Though grieving, still no sorrow shows,

A smile still shines on her lovely lips,

She is just a shadow of her former self.


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Written by Sarita Khullar

Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.

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