Through those wonderous eyes,
Wonders how You return,
Just like this Mahanavami Morn,
A ceaseless
Sea breeze
Sweeping the streets of hearts,
A tea vendor
Buying up stock
From the bakers',
Cycle borne love
Carrying red red petals
To the florists,
A bunch of youths returning home
After revelry night long,
And a beautiful park
With swinging kash flowers
Conjuring up blissful picturepostcards.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Wonders how You return
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