Someone Knocks At The Door - 05
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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She felt so nervous
as the orange
in the Eastern sky
showed her shy face.
She chose between
the many hued sticks
and checked her lips
on the mirror
of the morning sky.
With a colour from
the rainbow
she brushed
her petal lips.
The foot steps heard
this time, may be,
were those of her
much awaited lover
the king of Seasons,
her Spring.
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