After all these years
There she was
In an old faded photograph
Hidden
In the pages
Of my favourite novel
Which I’ve read
Probably a hundred times.
Still as young and beautiful
As the first time I ever laid
My eyes on her.
by Anugrah Mishra
Anugrah, from 2021 batch, is the member of edboard with most exacting standards. He reads, plays guitar, writes poems - and that is when is unproductive.See more works from Anugrah
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