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The dawn of a city
The dawn of a city.
With chirrupings of
those last left sparrows.
With husky sounds of the engines
Of those big fat wheels.
With the small kludge of people
Running besides the footways-
Some waiting on those bus stops;far..
Some jogging with sweaty showers..
The dawn of a city.
The temple bells twinkling.
The laughter of the yogis;filling the air..
The juniors with their heavy bags;seem tiring.
The dawn of a city..
Then the almight settles in the blue.
He doesn't complain.
He doesnt't remain same.
Wating for the dusk;he slowly darts.
The dawn of a city..
This is the beginning of that tiring life.
The life to reside in city;the affect that lasts.
We often scribble of those peaceful days
In those country yards.
But how would you see there-
The city's hazy start..
The dawn of a city..
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Walking besides the beloved's yard.
I saw her fragrance-enchanting the palace..
Her rosy essence couldn't make me stand-
For another while;darted I inside the house..
Fetching the water to the greens;
Stood she-besides me.
The eyes met-the song on her lips too.
She enchanted-the bells,of the holy day.
Couldn't stop my feet-to watch her lips..
And my day saw-the rainbow of the evening
At that very second;that very minute..
Walked closer;with my hands clapping..
Clapping in disguise..
She stopped the tone-as soon as I fall.
Felling on the ground-wasn't painful;
Especially when you see
The rose of her face
Opened wide;grinning at me..
Maybe-it wasn't the love;
Love which is scribbled in
The books of my shelf..
Maybe-it's the voice-of that young fairy-
Tinkerbell..
I thought about "The Solitary Reaper".
But her tone;seems no sad to me..
Instead it suggested me her willingness
To find me...
although she didn't see me-
Behind the wild bushes..
I stood up-and
Now the chirpy laugh was over..
She didn't murmur a word;
I waved my hand-
She didn't reply..
But still I waved my hand..
Pardon. I said. To intrude into her garden-
She smiled-and waved me back..
Soon-within mere seconds I felt..
My chest wrapped-
In her cold hands..
And she chirped just few words-
"Why are you late;missed you.."
I forgot for few minutes-
That she was my second half-
The one who promised me;
To gloom my life-
That too-on our
"Own wedding day.."
Soon- And sooner..
The clouds wrapped the earth-
And we stepped
Stepped the front door of the house..
Some memoirs are so great;
Can be remembered everyday-
But exist-only in the lateral world
-So called 'Poet' Aman Khaneja
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