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Gone With A Storm


Out they flew into the air!


As a toddler I saw balloons  floating  in the  blue  sky ,

As a girl I saw kites flying up and up in the  sparkling  silver  sky,

As a young lady I  looked up at my degrees blowing up  in the  beautiful orange sky.

As an old woman I gaze at my birth rights rising up in the dark grey sky.

Right! My  stakes are  visible nowhere now in the dense dark sky.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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