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EmptySoul

Poems

  • Yellow Rose

    This is a poem about broken friendship.

    • Poetry
    • Realistic · Literature
    1 min read
  • Why?

    In this poem, I just rant about what people prioritize.

    • Poetry
    • Realistic · Culture
    2 min read


These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah