On the other side
Its just to cross this line that requires a turmoil of your life.
Running towards the line,
Line of river
Waiting for silence ,gusty waters and mighty river
Shouting clouds thundering like a marching army,
Waiting for fragrance ,moving ahead ignoring it as flowers
Waiting for sound of bangles, moving ahead ignoring it as crickets
Crossing the line ,
I felt now,
standing with garland of flowers
Was she ,never looking back ,
I moved
On the other side
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