From Damascus to Kolkata.
Cradles of human fables.
Green foibles. Alive and decibel.
In audible Crimson lips,
Drinking the nectar of your eyes.
From sunrise,
To the rise of man.
The text of your curves,
Scribbled on papyrus,
The leaves of my mind.
Yellow, ochre, some young.
Rolled into a cigar,
Lit deep, into the jewels of your mind.
A wild fire, ever eternal burning.
From Damascus to Kolkata.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
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