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you have arrived

since you have arrived,

the dust &

cobwebs settled on

our hearts and spine,

have washed away,

with a fresh monsoon breeze,

tanzim has started

to go out on walks,

and count trees,

woken up from his deep slumber,

picking up the petals from the roadside,

still fencing with his demons, who have a

mind of their own,

and letting his heart settle, breath by breath – in the silence of monsoons.

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