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Summer Dream

By Ritik Gautam


Rain-soft- dead of the  night - days of

mystic haze,

Like a hand on the bark of a tree

Lightning sky - amidst- drops

ablaze,

Dead-drenched deeds

Clouds over tea - sleepy eyes to thee,

As they sank into hush and a summer

dream.


By Ritik Gautam


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