Rhododendron Café

A deserted hilly pit, common people say it’s a suicide point Frozen clouds float layers after layers, beside There is a cafe, not famous, made out of Raw woods that emit vapours

Here towards afternoon, there’ll be our Unexpected chance-meeting Winter sunshine is spread all over, coloured like dettol Both of us will be taken by surprise : There are so many scratchy wrinkles on both of our faces There’ll be served local wine in bamboo containers, The husks of yeast and apple causing intoxication Will gradually ascend upward the head Like the poison of snake On every table go on planchettes , Planchettes of dear poets dead long ago They are brought down silently by hooking their souls with a pole, Night will knock on the lobes of the ear, and here only

Our chat will go on face to face in the rest of the life

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The son of zodiac sign cancer

I wander in the forests from my childhood days,

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