Va(POUR) Love
As soon as the leaf,
nods its head,
the vapour,
that handsome vapour,
which wandered,
here and there,
carrying its love,
for that single leaf,
among infinite leaves,
in that high tree,
settles on it with contentment,
settles on it to mark,
its forehead with dewy vermillion,
with the rituals of,
temperature and atmosphere,
to mark thier marriage,
believe me,
condensation is ceremony !!!
- Rathi
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