unaware are people of this every day life--
thinking perhaps the buried are the only dead
mere sath jugnu....
my life companion is a firefly-oh what a flicker--
not fully lighted up, nor fully put off
kitney mehtat hai...
so alert are town residents around , praying for rains--
they open up their umbrellas quickly
gulab zakhm jigr..
all old wounds healed are scratched open once again--
the spring is here with past memories of you
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