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A novice poet's magical journey with words

The Lost Days of Summer: A poem about childhood

She walked down the dusty old paths

Bathing in the memories of that summer last

Those were the carefree days of bliss and belonging

With no homework or surprise tests to haunt your dreams

The chocolate currency was in abundance

And so were the summer days of sunlight and play time

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They loved to climb the old red brick wall

Scraping their knees for the guavas and laughing at their cousins falls

And then spending the hot afternoons with juices running down their chins

With river water gently caressing their shins

When real life seemed far away in the horizon

And the only concerns were about what nani made for dinner

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Those were the last summer days

Of bliss and belonging

Now filled with love and longing

-Armaan

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