I remember you,
a green crumpled kurta
in the sea of stiff white shirts;
a cup of adrak chai,
among overpriced teas;
Weren't you like my old yellow quilt, darling?
one that smells of all the love we made;
Didn't your guitar sound like the morning sun,
that wakes me up everyday?
Wasn't your touch like the oversized tee,
I sometimes wear to bed?
Tell me, if you still smell of my perfume,
the one you always loved?
I wonder if I remember you well
or have memories gone astray ?
Are you, are you still
that old green kurta,
I long for in this stiff white wave?
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