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A Girl Who Fell In Love With A Wanderer And Their Love Story Was Called The Love Of Mystics.

By Anika Rahul Sahni


So was their love where “You”and “I” stood as one,

So was their love where the guy would tickle her to pink by

orating her the stories of wanderlust, how he brought her

the queen of night flowers from the native ranges of Mexico ,

which only bloomed under the moon, just as promised. How he

imagined them to be Altair and Vega, the lovers who were

placed in the sky as stars.

Oh he asked her to break the bars,

And join him, him on the journey of life where she would be

as free as winds

And such winds will decide the pathways of their journey for

she fell in love with a mystic wanderer.


By Anika Rahul Sahni

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