Laughter and peace
Your smile
Your touch in dreams
The smell of that leather coat
The way cement smells
Wet with rain
The way drenched green
Drips cool on hot heads
Under a young sun
All these things
I can live
Without ever being there

I am there
I am walking
Through the market-place
Fresh mango in my hands
Searching the store-fronts
The stalls
The hawkers
In these times past times

I am strong
Running after the rickshaw
Searching everywhere
For the secret
That makes you


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