Of All Things Abandoned

I walked the path that went by the woods,
Untrodden, arduous, serpentine.
It offered me healing green, unseen.

I brought home blooms that grew by the roads,
Withering wallflowers, forsaken.
They adorn my garden now, motley.

I held them close, the things men left back,
Abandoned, woebegone, disavowed.
They embraced this kindred soul within.
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Sanjukta Ghoshal

Sanjukta Ghoshal, born and brought-up in Kolkata, India is an electrical engineer with WBSEDCL. She picks up a pen now and then when she doesn't have her head in the clouds or in books. A perfectionist and a wallflower, she works to earn, and writes to live.

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