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Sunday, November 11, 2018

Nomadic Love

You stepped on that hot sand
And left for the camp;
You never knew
there was a wild seed underneath...
Next season the flower bloomed.

You drank tea and took rest for a day;
You never knew
I saved your cup.

Lucknow, India



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