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Hashtag Kalakar

Bloom

Hashtag Kalakar

Nov 8, 2025

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By Aneri Nanavaty

What will you do when a flower of my name /

Blooms, from your lips /

The love of me you tried, but could not tame /

Secret worship you finally let slip /

Will you deny the shiver of your skin /

When a breeze carrying my voice /

Carries you to the edge of where you’ve been /

Will you still pretend you have a choice /

The truth has a way of being shameless /

Lingering in the air like a fragrance /

Seeking neither permission nor forgiveness /

It quietly prevails in my absence /

A seed of my love, once planted, will grow /

Weathered by the seasons that turn your life /

My dearest love this much I do know /

A flower will bloom, by sun or by moonlight //

By Aneri Nanavaty

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