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When I Met You

written by: Madhumita

@madhumita6

 

when i met you

that very first day

the yellowed

crumpled and torn

uninteresting

open envelope

in your hand

you turned it around

shook it

nothing came out

it was empty

you saw nothing

you threw it

down on the ground

as i lay there

on the cold barren ground

you felt me

you thought it was me

you stopped

and bent down

to pick it up

you stopped again

deep in your thoughts

you touched me

but left me there

there on the cold barren ground

i met you

for the last time

 

©Madhumita

Madhumita

Madhumita

Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar, is a bilingual writer (writing both in Hindi and English). A poetess, blogger, lifeskills counsellor, healer. She is also a social commentator and works with women and children. Her works also have been published in various national and international magazines, newspapers, web magazines, ezines, journals, anthologies. The author of "THE NIGHT JASMINE AND OTHER LOVE POEMS", is also the winner of ICON OF THE YEAR-LIFESKILLS COUNSELLOR 2015-2016, CREATIVE WRITER OF THE YEAR 2016 and has won the Indian Women Achievers Award 2016 for Creative Writing.
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