its a good sketch up of yours
but I shall be painting your first emotions only
you know
June may touches 45 degree Celsius in Delhi
people make hell of wastage of fuel electricity too
but I am comfortable without fan too
you shall say
are you joking
during holidays 1966-1971
Dad used to ask me
go and sit at the mound of grains at fields
temperature touches at 49
two charpais
with a space in between
two gunny bags on ground
two used as shade
but I never felt
love exists
where you resides
you shall say
dont you feel
its something
too unscientific unrealistic too
I tell you a secret
love is not what we visualize
its something
that sciences dictate
but
what is that science
your heart
but not brain
YES I GOTTA GOT YOUR LOVE
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