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Dec 2018
As a kid,
Playing and prancing
With a blue bloon,

I tied joys
To the end of kurta

With the belief
They would be with me

Till my play is over.

Like sugar
They melted and then mingled
In the dusty air.

A lesson I learnt:
Joys have no property.
When we smile
They are along with us.
Mohd Arshad
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Mohd Arshad
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