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Walking away By: Srimoyee Dutta  We hold on to memories, When we can’t have those people. Though no more in my arms, I hold you forever, Gently in my heart. I still have all the presents you gifted me. The irony makes me sad How things stay and people are lost. Of all the things I ever wanted I ever dreamt of, I ever craved for, from you, Walking away was not one. Sometimes I misunderstood And you didn’t explain Sometimes you misunderstood And I didn’t explain And maybe that is why it ended The way it did. On some days I wished to get back to you But then I realized It wasn’t me who left. And now, I no longer Skip the song that reminds me of you. But somewhere in my heart I wish we meet again And start from the start And this time, I hope Things won’t be ruined. We would have made a perfect novel, But unfortunately,

Seasons By: Srimoyee Dutta The world is too fast to judge But too slow to understand Just like the seasons they say We burn and bloom, We fall and freeze, And we melt away. But we stay calm Through all of it Because this is just another season And we know, that It will change anyway.

Forest full of thorns By: Srimoyee Dutta You are passionate You are genuine You show altruism and love You are strongly compassionate You are responsible You are an observant person And you help those in need You are sensitive and You want to bring a positive impact On the lives of others. You are my carnation In a forest full of thorns. You are innocent on the outside But powerful on the inside. You are a calm observer And you deal with problems quickly. You like to put things in practice And work hard for your dreams You are focused on Finding things that Excites and inspires people You are my apple tree In a forest full of thorns. You are delicate and elegant You have undeniable uniqueness You are highly sensitive to other’s emotions You have strong principles And a great determination You like to focus On the thi

How is it my fault? By: Srimoyee Dutta You hoped I would be a parrot When I was not. You still had expectations Though you knew you should not. How is it my fault? As I think it is not. You painted me green and red And shoved chillies down my throat. It almost suffocated me to death. You wanted me to be a parrot, when in truth, I was not. How is it my fault? As I am sure it is not. You cage me up And hold me prisoner. But when I dream to spread my wings To fly free into the sky, You wake me up and say “You need to be a parrot, so don’t you sleep.” How is it my fault? As I know that it is not. You wanted me to imitate Repeat the words after you, But when all I could do was sing, You caged me up again. You wanted me to be a parrot, when in truth, I was not. How is it my fault? I ask again and again, Since I was so sure, that it was not. I am too wea

Strong By: Srimoyee Dutta One thing I absolutely love and adore about you is, No matter how bad you’ve been treated No matter how you’re feeling No matter what you’ve been going through Or what you’re going through now, You still have a heart of gold And endless love to give. And if you are strong, Then that is one thing That no one can ever take from you. “But what if I am not strong enough? What if I don’t have that strength? I always fail at what I try.” She said in melancholy. Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships, And decide not to surrender That is strength, And you are the strongest girl I know. “But I don’t have any special talents like others And they don’t seem to like me” she sobs. Gently I replied, Every soul is like a flower, Stay focused and improve yourself Slow down a bit and reflect