I dreamt of a place to
wander
A far off isle in the
south
Days & nights
naively ponder
Soul drenched in
reveries
Though sands were
never mine
He walked some other hands
Ever since I met him…
I should have known
his love
It was of time being
kind
Gulping venom of a
dove
Ever since I met
him...
Neither did anyone
glean
Nor one felt of the
loss
I am writing in spleen
Ever since I met him…
© Juhi Gupte
© Juhi Gupte
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