A haze of steam
allows me
to be discreet
and so like bluish vapour
and pungent sap
I'm everywhere
not even woodsy
or rain-kissed or exotic
I am working sweat
dripping
in dampness to return to you
the drops
in your sweet
soft eyes
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
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