Regret
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Sometimes i remember her
Her orange skin glistening in the sunlight
Catching my eyes even among the vegetable peels in the dustbin
I had never touched her with my bare hands
Afraid of sucking out her tiny life
But sometimes she still comes to me
Begging me to feel her scaly skin for one last time.
She had came to my life uninvited
On a balmy school day
An unnamed unhuman visitor.
Her arrival to my heart had been of love
But her departure was forever held by regret
Regret of never burying her
Regret of never naming her
Regret of probably killing her.
Anwesha Kashyap
(student of Indraprasthcollege.Delhi)dept-History