Time past and time present both
were flowing between two red lines in Mumbai Central,
past moments were red moving towards Arabian sea.
present moments white, towards Pallav empire hills
half moon was at zenith,
I stood under it waiting for my full moon face,
both sky and trees were halfcovered by darkness,
moon being half,
full moon to brighten all
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