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.
Anant:
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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