This poetry was much forgotten by me, since I don’t remember my old poetries. Because the churn was much more in those days, there was no recital barring a few times, and my lack of retention too. Some days back my dear friend Sarfaraz sent this poetry on WhatsApp, evoking old memories and told me that this is what we wrote together one ‘too joyous’ night back in 2010. I realized, in those days of joyous abandon, the craft was not the focus, but the feelings were. Poetry to me is about moments, it should evoke feelings and memories. And this poetry sums up that.
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