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Attempting Time Travel

                                      Art: Ananya Ravikumar
We returned to the place, that precious place, 
We played in so many years ago.
To return to those days, those precious days,
When we laughed and sang and talked.

And at first glance, it was all still there,
The sky, the dirt and the grass.
And at first I rejoiced, and started to hope
We could go back to the past

Then I looked up, and found instead
of the fat, fluffy clouds of that day,
Just wisps of white, and even those,
The wind was blowing away.

The grass we rolled in was long gone,
Replaced by newer blades
And though it all looked like before 
Nothing was the same

With growing dread, I turned around
To look at you and me
Were you still the girl I loved back then, 
The one I longed to see?

I returned from that place, the unfamiliar place
We played in so many years ago
And tried to forget, your familiar face
So much like the girl I love.


Ananya 
April 2019
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