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A man has his joined hands at the top of his head, contemplating.

Maybe a loss of innocence?

A poem by Subha Javeed.

Subha Javeed

6/8/26

Verse 1

Maybe,

I will smell that sweat again.

Maybe,

I will relive those movements again..

Maybe,

They will be there to witness-


At end,

Those wishes remained wishes

The world moved on-

With life being a road till death

.

And moments became a vivid memory.

In a foggy human brain...


Verse 2

Oh rain,

Be my guide-

Let my tears flow

And led to the path of pain-

Become my destiny.


Oh beauty,

What you beg is given to you.

Until you desire to become one.

Just seek truth which is bestowed to you.


Verse 3

If the person no longer exists,

From whom we seek answers.

From where we gather the wisdom.


"To stay alive."


All we heard was ungratefulness-

The authority shattered into a faded story.


Beneath two souls,

I beg for your graciousness to be heard as such a vitality.


Verse 4

I soaked in the rain-

Letting the tears flow.

Nothing remains same neither I-

But the path I chose gave me suffering for who I became.


People vanished but that child stayed-

Asking,

"Any regret?"


The dogs barked as dark alleys whispered my name.

Thanatos laughed and took me with him-

In the end, I disappeared like the wind.


Verse 5

The world shattered-

And I took the blame,

The identity was stripped away with unhealed scars


Maybe it never existed?

Which bothered heavens, As they asked:

"Is she the culprit of her own fate?"

No one came and I just stayed there-

Leading oceans to destruction.

Realizing,

"It was me at the end..."

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