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Hinal Mhatre

Abstract


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Hinal Mhatre

Abstract


Sparks On Test

Sparks On Test

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I wanted to burn them,

And watch the flames yellowish-auburn.

Dare you say

Once again that I can’t let go.


The wailing flame,

With every twist and turn,

Will then turn grey;

I won’t touch the ashes though.


To be honest,

My bare hands cannot do it best.

Therefore I handed you the match lest

My tears wet the sparks on test.


Just then you blankly proclaim

You don’t owe me anything under the sun.

So I lighted the match

And stared at them, but hey!

Slowly the eyes started to flow,

Not to extinguish but to ignite it all with zest.


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