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The Lost Alchemy

The Long Lost Alchemy Poem

In the moonlit night she walks by the sea
Searching for the gilded chest she once had concealed.

The time has flown, the daddy's little princess has grown.

In search of the forgotten teenage mire,
She strives to leave past her lecherous desire.

Staring at the surface, she prays for an Alchemy
Turning lead into gold, transcendence is what she needs.

Reflecting in the water, her teenage self smiles back
Reminding of the talismanic evenings, she once had.

Now as a woman, she is so consumed in her household chores
Keeping others happy in spite of her immaterial woes.

Her world has changed, in so many ways
She hardly remembers those carefree days.

But searching for the gilded chest, she would never leave
For it would unleash, the long lost Alchemy.

And on a fine evening as the whole world sleeps
Turning lead into gold, she would break free.



- Anirudh Bhardwaj
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