Whence aromatic escape you leave for me...

The evening had a Ghalib
And on my desk you left
A memory aromatic...

A memory of roses
And jasmine
As if deliberate
As if that was your only choice
To plant a breed of poems
In me,
As if by so doing hypnotic
You me left unawakened
Yet woken enough
To see the evening
Slow sluggish rain drops drizzling kind
Descending from heaven...

The evening had Ghalib
And on my desk you left
A memory aromatic...

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