My hand wavers in largesse
In this strike of lightening I
Am unable to recognise my own face
I walked towards the point of origin
In search of honest moments that
Spilled over out of my hands
To one such moment
I asked for some shadow
It counter asked me my whereabouts
And you
You were never so visible
A city whose cover of night was just withdrawn
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