By Nishant Patil
Standing beside a girl, couple of feet of distance and…
Yes. I met her once again.
Nothing has changed…
her eyes still as dizzy as maze,
her lips still look dry as those in winter,
her checks still those cherry tomatoes,
her voice just as street as sugar.
Listening her voice,
Again started to understand her…
Everything around disappeared,
only she was is front.
About to say that was in love again…
But someone interrupted.
Was it a dream?
By Nishant Patil
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