Though
Life has turned
Into a bridge to Mehjoor Nagar
The road to Elahi Bagh
Messy/dilapidated
But
Dreams come
Like Rajbagh
Like Hyderpora
Fresh/posh
Though
Memories have turned Wular
Dry/forgotten
But
Often
The Dal of your smiles
Wipes the Boulevard of tears
Hopeful/beautiful
My Love
A Lal Chowk of desires
Stands between us
Come
Lets create
A Pari Mahal out of it
Serene/calm
Life is a 90 feet tragedy
And
I'm the lone Fly over of your state.
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