Met Her
This morn
Misty foggy a turn
As if winter by some mistake
To July morn took her steps...
And
Those roads streets tree lined
Avenues broad by chalk pelican
Auspicious dream dropped...
Misty foggy super soft...
And me glides
through the half seen
A cool winter feel
Of a devotional screen...
On skin dewy shapes
Cool hilly serene me draped
Like being religious with Her
Like running thousand miles far...
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