walking past the side of your street
i see our ghosts,
on the rooftop, in awe
i stand where i shouldn't and gaze upon these memories
now that the pink sky has swallowed our sacred kites whole
and satiated its belly with innocence
tattooed upon it, are your smiles
and mine
a hundred Rangutsavs are pale in comparison,
so is your illusion, clever maiden
the Abeer of our hearts.
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