In quiet moments, I visit my mind-scape
To find wondrous worlds
And in them - we
Verdant hills, flowing rills
Brightly coloured birds,
And the two of us, flying free
Snow-covered trees
Blueish light, pristine white
On smiling lips, snowflakes three
Desert sands, sinuous dunes
Shared dates
A frankincense tree
Vertical cliffs, crescent coves
Wine and lobster
A cerulean sea
However,
I regret not my return, to the real world
For here, too, I know
Holding my hand, you will be,
Next to me
Kishore Asthana
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