A very hot Delhi evening.

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It so happened on a Thursday
Sultry and sordid
Like a damp fish awakens

Beholding, the last bit of sweat
As a sacrament of promise,

We ruffle our feathers and
Fidget and all
Do the hill peoples chose to listen?
When it drizzles
And snows on a mountain mall.

I happen to be on a plateau(plato?) of mine.

A mountain that rises on surreal realms.
Us talking
To strangers,
Thriving on fountain pens.

-ayush

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