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No sound of your arrival, no clue to your departure. When do you come? When do you leave? Sometimes in the courtyard . . . when the tamarind tree stirs in the wind, a sprinkling of shadow stipples the brick walls and is absorbed, like water drops hurled by someone on parched earth. In the courtyard the sunshine sobs unhurriedly. In closed rooms . . . when the flame of the lamp flickers, a vast silhouette devours me, gulp by gulp. Eyes stare at me fixedly from a distance. When do you come? When do you leave? You are in my thoughts so many times in a day. © 2007, Gulzar
Posted on: Sat, 12 Apr 2014 10:12:07 +0000

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