I was on my way to meet an other poem
Wen I met u
Sitting by the river
Unfolding ur words,
As if,
Unfolding ur hair
…the tips of which touch the river
Sucking in its colour
Whatever the colour of water be!
But it anyways doesnot matter
Coz I hav never met a poem
Which remains true to its colour
When I met u
I m sure ur words were red
N now soaked in water
They so definitely seem violet!!!
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