Amit Radha Krishna Nigam
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You Hold My Soul
The Sky has changed to a different color now
It's not the same underneath which you blossomed
in front of my secretive eyes.
In summers, we boarded the trains together
sitting close beside, and every station
receeded with a short-lived perfectness.
Those that now collide on empty roads at city-afternoons.
And the deads, the elements of surprise you used to point
at every station grab my feet like socks to save them.
But I only stand and stare, shake off the burned.
And move away from those bodies one of them is always mine.
Your hold my soul in the ...