It began with a drizzle
Pin pricks falling down hard
Desire manifests
and the heart longs again
The Universe delivers
A sense of expectation develops
I hold an empty envelope
She’s like the moon
Playing games with my heart
And so today, the rest of you takes on a hue similar to that of your heart and the radiance of your aura…
The chrysanthemums you grow so lovingly in your garden
They bear no thorns
Bahut ro liye hum ne aansoo
Poori na hui jo humaari aarzoo
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