The Return of Youth

Of a waning dusk when the grass sleeps by the path in the boudoir of your heart, if you hear a hushed rustle on paws light as petals, open up and listen in with all your might: it could be youth, lost in your earlier years, come to find a place.

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  1. Sourabha Rao says:

    Ah. My man of art.

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    1. My woman of love!

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  2. Raghu Udupa says:

    I just love the way you express in your write ups.. Big fan of your work..


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