There is so much to lose
Yet so much more to gain
So much of happiness
Yet a gush of pain
"In moments", I hear him speak
And I open my palms to his barren touch
And love comes splashing aided by fagun.
It's spring in my part of the world
Specks of his colour adorn my lifeless portrait
And even if for fleeting moments, I have it all.
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