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Sunday, 25 January 2026

3373 I stopped meeting them (English poetry)


 Those I broke my bond with once,

I stopped meeting them at once.

The road where once they chose to part,

That very path, I left from the heart.

Who speaks of them anymore, today?

I turned myself a newer way.

No matter how much they broke me,

I joined myself back to me.

When love appeared a fragile clay,

Knowing its truth, I broke it away.

Forgetting the past, says Geet,

I gave my life a new turn to meet.

10.37pm 25 Jan 2026

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