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Kailash3
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In a child’s hand
Millions of stars will fall
Through future heavy burden of grief
And regret
Hunting them forever like a wandering ghost
Emotions are irrelevant
Forgetting is a myth,
A deceit towards yourself,
Impossible
Even after death,
Ghosts of those shredded papers,
Which reminded you of a painful past,
Buried under stones of the forest of time
They will follow you
Everywhere you go
And you, give yourself the cruelest verdict
To repeat the same moments you hate
To remind yourself what you most detest
And this is how the forest of time
Will bury you underneath your confusions