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You had offered to drink
The cup of tea I made
Without a spoon this time
In it, to let vapours escape
But then I did not make it
You did not ask,
The cup has now reminded me
Of the tea you made,
Turning your back, in blues and with jade
I still smell
The sparkles of smiles
That I saw on your face
When you had embedded stones I brought
In new earrings, with designs full of grace
How do I erase,
How do I paste
New postures
In empty coastersÂ
Just listen, pause for a while
Let me collect all the things
Before u put them on fire
For you, new dawn will herald
New memories of meanderings
I will stay here, with abandoned banks
Of a dried river, broken necklaces
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