The Window
The night queen bloomed beneath the window
And I can smell the morning grass
Beyond the red-and-white saree
That hangs, dripping, on the clothesline
Amid shattered pieces of the summer sky.
And I can smell the morning grass
Beyond the red-and-white saree
That hangs, dripping, on the clothesline
Amid shattered pieces of the summer sky.
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