These branches,
by some divine accident,
dropped an elusive pearl
by the corner of my hands.
It possessed dew's succulent moisture
and a mischievous hint of the clouds' restless shapes.
A bit of nature's fragrant script
and a touch of my own flowing tears.
But these were tears of joy.
These eyes were filled with an experience.
Eyes that saw this city of lights
removed from its age-old precepts,
like the world's fair
dazzling bright
by the evening's perspective.
And these eyes found lights scattered
like a celestial vision
when their colours flanked waves
and filled the river with hues of adornment.
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Beauty truly lies with the beholder.
And the one who beholds is You,
windows of your vision
open like the universe.
There is the smell of 'itar'
fragrant in each memory
and evening's delicate, moonlit
charm is in the day's mirror.
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GLOSSARY
'itar' refers to the fragrances that are popular in Lucknow.
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