I was wandering...
If I could sit by the river...
to see the golden lust,
to witness the drowsy horizon.
If I could dance in the streets...
and it rained to drench me thee,
to feel the drops all over me.
If I could drift away with the passing wind...
to travel the zenith of the mountain peak,
to dare to look down upon the glowing valley.
If I could toil around the lazy roads....
in the hot summer afternoons,
to taste the pickles available on the streets.
If I could eat the jhaal phuchka
standing beside the dark lanes...
though dazzled a street light....
sour taste could hardly fade.
There were buzz....
There were coffee....
There were drive....
There were laughter....
The list is endless....n i want it to be.
Where was I??
In dream, not I suppose!!!!
I was wandering instances...
'What would you do if you were alone with me'
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