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Each new day I slip away

Each new day I slip away,

Like invisible wind to lands faraway.

I carry stories with me,

From the worlds, you’re yet to see.

The fading lights,

The innumerable sights,

Some days sitting by the bus’s window,

I write.

The stories of you and me,

Or articles it could be.

You can read them all at-

‘People Places Perceptions’ for free!


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Babita Kaushal
Babita Kaushal
Sep 01, 2021

Amazing! 👏


Hi, thanks for stopping by!

I'm a dreamer, scribbler, research scholar, and travel junkie from the land of five rivers, Punjab (India). 

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