Ecstatically we were entranced
Equally smitten in tranquil twilight
Did all graduate slowly?
Or shall we call it first-sight?
Spending days in longing
Rolling in quilts overnight
Through the edginess
Consoling the ‘purchased’ plight
Circumvented by catastrophe
Both were in its bight
Weird winds withered
Uprooted our half grown “right”
Wish we could tool the word-art
And strikethrough the fights
Backspace by brush of love
Colour numbed wounds white
Don’t ask me anything
Now just embrace me tight
If not erase all that happened
Shall we then overwrite?
© Juhi Gupte
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