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| Haji Ali Promenade, Mumbai |
She lingered at
old haunts,
some unchanged,
some long gone
flashes of days gone by
all hues, all shades
the week gone
in a daze
she sees them still
sad, smiling faces
a friendly hug
a kiss on the forehead
back to the new land
of self imposed exile
to the life
unknown, unheard
looking at
the open suitcase
wondering aloud
can one pack
twenty seven long years
into this??
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.