
Still, something by Aditya Gupta | One Poem Only
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Still, something
Aditya Gupta
I stopped praying long ago.
The gods grew tired of my voice,
or maybe I just grew tired
of asking for things
that never came.
My wallet’s thin,
my dreams thinner
a handful of words
no one cared to read.
Even my parents’ eyes
look at me like unfinished work,
a draft they wish they could rewrite.
And love,
she always leaves
before the song begins.
I’ve learned the sound of silence
that follows a “maybe next time.”
But sometimes,
in the middle of all that noise,
a small thought hums
that…
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