By Deeksha Agrawal
When discrete sounds of vessels of water
and soulless canisters chatter and clutter
I know
I need to drink
Drink from the well of words
Stay,
you belong do not wander
Those places exist but do not serve,
The unreal scenarios, are imaginary, haunted stories
Here are your people when you smile at them in a beautiful transaction dead fireflies wake up
as if they swallowed a pinch of life
with expensive wine
Each grain of air, freckle of fire, carries a seed,
that flowers into inspiration leaking on typewriters satiating hunger for stories of lonely, lovely children
A lifetime concludes but stories stay
The presence of absent people is a legacy
carried by generations
of flowers and mud, needles of timeless clocks,
and everything they touched!
By Deeksha Agrawal
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