Of lazy days and foggy eves
Of misty mornings on desetred streets
Of alarm snooze and non stop sneeze
Of early sunsets on barren trees
Of milder suns and piercing breeze
Of peeling 'skin and orangees'
Of cold creams and petroleum jellies
Ah! How much I miss "Winter Delhi's"
1 comment:
i wanna read a short story as well!!
i am reading "The Zahir" aajkal... whew... can't read more than 10 pages/night!
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