Saturday, September 21, 2013


Suhas :

I recall the time when we first held hands,
walked the quiet streets with first-morning rays,
talked till the glass got tired turning sands-
Shorter seemed the hours of black and white days.


Yet again we stand on this wedding stage.
You are still hot, and I’m so breathless.
Mistake this not and bill it to old age-
our golden years of togetherness.

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