By Manisha Chalia
Drizzling snowfall awaits
the ship of a long lost sailor
By the coast, on a ridge
in the city of no jailers
Gowns held in places seemed to be running
they lived only memories & daydreams
Only to hear the news of changing
sounds of the cold water creeks
But what’s life without longing
and what’s breath if it’s not breaking
What’s love if it’s not hurting
For the waters had been testing
In the crowd, she looked around
for the face would dearly greet
And you know what happens next
when across the worlds, their eyes meet
By Manisha Chalia
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