• An Ode To Nostalgia •

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Wrote this for a stupidass college fest competition and something very clearly non deserving won so here's me dumping this poem here.

Taking a detour from my rushed metamorphosis,
I dip my two feet into an old, familiar oasis.
Little ripples surround them and suck me in,
An unlock familiar memories within.

5 spoons in a single bowl of a chowmein from a school's canteen
With the backdrop of rain and sounds from innocent friendly, chattering
Before the familiarity turns into an aching nostalgia, a yearning for hiraeth,
I retreat my feet and hurry to my set path.

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