In the garden,
mesmerised by roses,
all I can think of
is your eyes,
At work,
when, accidentally, your eyes meet mine,
even in a concrete jungle
I smell roses.
-Pulastya
mesmerised by roses,
all I can think of
is your eyes,
At work,
when, accidentally, your eyes meet mine,
even in a concrete jungle
I smell roses.
-Pulastya
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