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Where Desires Come to an End
- Vasundhara Jain
- Oct 2, 2020
- 1 min read
On clear monsoon mornings When clouds retreat Without a warning
And the exploring sunrays Burst open the tree-cover Finding a way
As this crisp hour becomes gold And the sky suddenly pours All it was trying to hold
Rolling out a night all spent Where the peeking moon Says hi with jasmine’s scent
This is where all my desires come to an end
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