When spring comes…

Her sound was familiaryet different.Some part of it coincided withmy mother’s echoesOthers with that little baby’s curiosityThe curtains near my window dancedAs if it was happily waiting for the purityfrom the heaven to get sprayed on it.The clouds gave hint just like we getbefore a birthday presentAnd I witnessed everything with my nerves,conscience and skinContinue reading “When spring comes…”

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