A cuppa of quiet nights

A cuppa of quiet nights

On university floors.

Paper flags fluttering

Over your eyes

You see the white sky

With the crisscrossed

Wires of broken bonds.

Ash adorned jhil-pars

With their empty tar-sodden

Pockets, stare –

A face looks back at you

As deep as the tree beside.

Reassuring eyes.

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