Flowing through the windy paths,
The name rolls over the pebbles,
The pletters of monsoon shower,
The aroma of matted dreams,
Transcribed tales of
Premature bliss..
Traces footprints
On the by lanes,
Crossing each one of them
Never turnning around
Nor flinging side glances,
The maid walked
Fumbling for breathe
Casting away rosy thoughts
Blinded by shady glows.
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