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How many wildflowers,
White, violet, indigo
Can you crush under your feetĀ 
At a go?
No, don’t stop to count,
Flowers arise even before they are about to drop dead.

I hold on to Faiz tightly as I stroll past sunkissed streams,
He hums hanswadhwani all along.

I falter and fall,
Truth is we have all forgotten love .

-Upasana

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