A lonely poet wandering in the Indian landscape.
What we crave are moments warm,
Soft laughter spilling like a charm,
Around a table, friends and kin,
Where playful battles now begin.
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why not me
Why not me when the sun chooses other windows to warm.
Why not me when the laughter stops just outside my door.
Why not me when the guilt wraps around my throat like a heavy scarf.
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