Back to Green
As I walk back into green
to the sunlit dawn
My heart sunk into the soil
deep, to root and reap
my peace, to once again leap
until my next vacation.
- the annual leave
Being Special in ‘Her’ eyes !
(this is a work of fiction. Characters, incidents are either the product of author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events or locale are entirely coincidental) I was participating for the poem writing competition in our university arts fest two months ago. An air conditioned room was arranged for the writing competitions and I got inside. There was none there, so I was a little bit worried about whether I had been wrong about the stage number. But after a few seconds a girl came inside. She had worn a blue jeans and a white T-shirt, she looked like western born. And she looked almost of age nineteen or twenty. It was my first time I was participating a university level poem writing. I was supposed to compete with almost forty colleges under the university. So there was no meaning to assess, whether the counterparts were western born or not. She took a seat very distant from me in that big hall. But I could noti...
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