Knock Knock
Who's there?
Chilai Kalan
Chilai Kalan who?
Chilai Kalan, the season's
frosty glow!

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Can you paint my world with stunning flush?
That could make my essence blush,
And craft my every sight so brilliant,
That I can't even blink my eyes for an instant.

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Running away from these hopes,
If a thing is not deserved,
Should not be even desired...

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Is the night curious
To wake my old feelings of love
Or my vulnerable impatience
With its helpless nature
Is overpowering the
Forbearance in me?

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To accept a situation
And
Go with the flow...

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What died before death, Remember?

Waited with the bated breath,
Among the ashes and the ember,
Naked sword of dignity put into sheath,
Turning my sore heart to charred cinder.

Troubled flames engulfing around,
Escape nowhere to be found,
Alas with dashing hopes and betrays,
I vanished in the unquenchable blaze.

Much before the chilly December,
Blooming flowers became dead,
And nothing was left to remember,
Wishes and desires left unsaid.

What died before death,
Remember?

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To contend with the curse
Of being tired yet insomniac...

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Autumn kills the summer,
Sprinkling its blood remorselessly,
Coating the whole lot scarlet,
And every year this assassination
Is awaited anxiously by all.

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