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Lament Of An Empath

Noted Nest

By Bhakti Agarwal



Rain-soaked grass looked  at me

with its strange wilderness,

carrying the silent pain 

of a thousand broken dreams

and many more remnants of grief,

People left their worries in the weeds,

their woes seeping in the roots from their feet,

and it said to me in camaradarie:

“We are not too different, you and me.

You may think, but we're not free,

unfamiliar burdens huddle

in the soles of our feet.”


By Bhakti Agarwal





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