Miss that Fog upon your shoulders
like tresses unbridled
running down to skin
like a heart stirring
woman at her best.
Ah you !
Miss that sun of winters
that you and me share
through those pine needles
sifted ,puerile
lil' mustard and lil sesamum.
Miss your unwinding curves
those pools of lecherous couples
scattered all over you
and your embrace so kind
those kohl drugged eyes walking all over you
all happy
seeking
loving
hurried
smoky
yet peaceful and clear unto you.
Miss those homogenes blithering
the love for you and your people
those Kiwis near the lift and
coconuts
as the seasons tresspass
and fail to , too.
Miss everything about you my land.
Whoever said " There's no place like home"
must have had no nonsense ravings
Where would I find another Shimla ?
1 comment:
nice one after some gap!!!
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