Rakesh Pandey

Quarantined Love

A very remote memoir,
Often pokes me in disguise.

For, these days,
I had been too busy

Skipping the pages-
Where dwells a dead petal,

Scrubbing the skin-
Where dwells a touch,

Impregnating the air-
Where dwells an aroma,

Re-structuring the neuron-
Where dwells your memory.

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