’where are we going’, I asked her.
‘someplace we’ll never truly get to’, she said.
our journey continues
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Thank you very much. Very kind of you. Warmest wishes and regards, friend. 👍✌
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You’re welcome! 😄
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Just lovely.
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Thanks man!
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Just pointing out the greatness.
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you’re too kind bro … take it easy and keep on keepin’ on
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you once more dear friend.
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Oh, how lovely this is…very nice to read Afzal! 🙂
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Thank you, my dear friend. As always muchly muchos appreciated 😊✌
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Pleasure is all mine friend! 🙂
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Great travel thought.
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Thank you, my friend
👍✌😊
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let me go
i had told you then
your smile unleashed a sea
in the ravines
palaces were swept off
to a distant sky
and a painted afternoon burnt the fort
for ever
yes, we must all leave, you concluded
the reign has finally ended
to a long summer that had once brought us together
birds that had flown off somewhere
our kisses stayed only with hurts
breathing against ageless stones
and a rainbow that climbed an arid bastion
leaped to escape a promised
day.
Amitabh Mitra ( Remembering Afzal’s Poem )
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Beyond words, Amitabh-bhai! Your words flow like a placid brook and envelope all in their exquisite beatty. Sublime. Profoundly moving and so pure. Sheer genius, bade-bhai!
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A Million thanks, Afzal Bhai, Part of my Gwalior series, Happy that you enjoyed it
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Very very much brother. 👍👍👍
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