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'Unsaid Fables'

 “There are certain things that I have never shared
Some secrets that have not been disclosed
Some apologies which are yet to be made for the mistakes that are yet to be committed
May be we understand with the flow of time
May be we start things from scratch, or
Start from where we last left
And feel that nothing got ever stopped
Everything, was fine.
But then that would be just a fake truth that we will tell to our self
Maybe just to overcome the sadness that would otherwise had been caused and disturbed the tranquility
Maybe we live our Best moment that time
Will let the world know the true meaning of friendship
May be we talk about all the things that went unsaid and unheard in the days, months, and years passed by
Maybe we again will capture that moment in our life with the lens of my DSLR
And while on the bed during night, I
will write another poem, another letter which would be hotline to our hearts.”

                 - Pushkin Channan 

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