On the darkening blue,
An orange inlay.
The sun's setting
Birds on their way.
Dharwad; No difference.
Smells all the same.
The Mirchi-girmit invokes,
The good old days.
The taunts we made
And laughs we had.
Ran and Roamed around,
Worthy of some pretty scars.
Without any signs,
There was a last day.
Blink of an eye;
Careers, Responsibilities-
Life's now a long drag.
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