 When I was little, like about 10 years old, I went to the city center with my mum. It was a warm summer day and for a child to crave for an ice cream was something inevitable. And, so I yearned for one. For my mother it would be of course, a difficult thing not to let me have the ice cream no matter what the financial situation was. So, I got my ice cream and enjoyed it like it was the first and the last.
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Poetry corner: "In hope of a world, that does not celebrate the fake & the cold In hope of a world where true emotions can be uphold In hope of a world where truth is told In hope of the world where sugar coated abuses are not sold In hope of a world that does not force you to fit in & fold In hope of a world where tears are allowed to unfold You are not told to fake happy when your heart can no longer hold In the hope of a world that doesn’t go numb & cold, While faking positivity & not being bold In hope of that world where you & I can be true to our core We are not judged for being human And not expected to be a bot, running on a computer code Let the beauty of true emotions and the warmth of real unfold Sweet, sour, bitter, happy, sad, high, low, cold Sincere bonds and true connects Let us not turn the world into a fake emotion(less) zone" by Vanashree Yadav |
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