The smiling dew
on the hibiscus,
silent,cool,refreshed
the epitome of innocence
the rainbow of happiness
and tranquillity
no matter how short-lived
it is,
with the invasion of sun,
a little later.
How come the sticky pains,
still there to unleash its fury,
time and again,
the siren of the past,
still plays its tunes,
the stream of tears
still flows,
the heart still embraces
the melancholy.
Why not the past evaporates
with the vapours of the present,
the flavours of NOW!
Kamakhya
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