There is no music
Not even in distance
There are lights at the other end of lake
A night melts into nothingness
In a still life Bhopal
Punctuated by straying thoughts
Grazing through the memories
Of a moment spent
Of a life lived
In a city of dead people walking
You reclaim me from a Mohan Jo Daro existence
By our passwords of love
© nidheeshtyagi 2007
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Interesting to know.
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