we were young
we danced our way to Galas
spent nights there
with all the girls
how the flowers at their
early days
were plucked unnecessarily
we did not enjoy
how they bloom to the fullest
on such a bright day
we had our batch bathed
in the river in Olingan
fearing no rumored crocodiles
we swam like mudfish
and from tall trees on their
branch the blue kingfishers watched....
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