A river
Jasmine aroma
riding the evening winds
Blinds draw them inside
Arms are intertwined
Water collects
in the high hills
Looking for a gate
to melt its thrill
Rain joins
beating many a thorn
They clash and unite
A river is born
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5 July 2025
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2025
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