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No Place for November Hearts

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When season gets cold and souls colder
Tears freeze before reaching a shoulder
Stories of summer feel older and older
And a weather of solitude starts.

When vagrant hands seek shelter in sleeves
Drifting in desolation that no one believes
Lies beyond the beauty of fallen leaves
On a forest floor, until autumn lasts.

When surrounded by a shroud of mist
It blurs all boundaries within which exist
A reason to live and reluctance to persist
At a point of time, the reason parts.

When melancholy manifests in all eyes
At doorstep of dejection, winter arrives
Waiting for December, some days realise
There’s no place for November hearts.

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Published by Harsh Upadhyay

Harsh Upadhyay hails from the royal city of Patiala in Punjab, India. He is currently pursuing PhD from College of Technology and Engineering, Udaipur. With a mind clouded constantly with random thoughts, Harsh, who is also fond of chess, tries to pen everything down to turn even the most mundane of things into his own little masterpiece. He considers words to be an extension of his emotions, which he likes to articulate in an artistic way. The poet can be contacted through Instagram (@a_grey_life).

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