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bittersweet the mogras

coffee shop -
the flavour of her voice
in every sip                          / Gautam

bittersweet the mogras
sold by the schoolgirl          / Brijesh

lingering over
the evening rush hour -
summer sun                      / Raamesh

bleeding from the barbed wire
the coat you wore last winter  /Paresh

nothing left behind
except that last
goodbye                          / Rohini

I step into the morrow
of my dreams                / Gautam

from the tulip garden
stolen petals
and kisses                   / Brijesh

bridal veil the colour
of magic on her lips       / Raamesh

with cross stitches
we add a full moon
to the night sky            / Paresh

sketched in pen and ink

the group all smiles    / Rohini

(Published in Whispers)

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