Some things don’t make sense
Like the hexagon honeycombs
And the alluring scent of old books.
Also why I love autumns and hate winters.
It doesn’t make sense that the scent
Of spring makes me flee
And the warm summer ‘oh embrace me please’
What perplexes me is my dull reaction
To topping the university and my
Elation on publishing my poetry.
-Armaan
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