Regret..

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