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  • Writer's pictureAadhya

Her Hug.

Never feared to forget and shrug,

As much I fear the fading memory of her hug.

Her palms would become so wet,

between the rub of our warmth,

but her skin was so smooth I bet

that mine glides over it in calmth.

Two polarities one can find in

her hugs; having a deadly touch

and the warmth they have like a home,

killing me, saving me at the same moment.

As I lay here, holding on to the memories of her touch,

she comforts me through this frozen screen.

All cold and lifeless, yet she lights up my soul,

just by tapping fingers on a screen.


A poem by Pavan Kumar (Kalki).

Curated by Aadhya.

[Image is taken from UnSplash]

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