The sister kissed
The young
Seated behind her on a motorbike
It was
Like a flower bloom
Spread its fragrance
In a continuum of love
The moment, turn immortal;
A woman sat at
The foot of the mountains
Hammering into stones
Scarf tied to her head
Unmindful of all
The roars and the imaginary quiets
As the Beas flowed
Through bends and unknowns;
I stood atop
Hills of ‘Anjaneya
Mahadev’
Breathing in the world
Eyes closed
Under the water and the cold
Wishes about to fulfil, still
Wanting to turn
Obscure.
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