Alas, the smudge is gone
But the memory is etched deep
Of beautiful moments that slip fast
The torturous watch that minds the time
Measured proximity in rationed company
But the memory is etched deep
Of beautiful moments that slip fast
The torturous watch that minds the time
Measured proximity in rationed company
This was the smudge
That has undone many blobs
That oozed from wounds unhealed
How one brush of pink
Can wash off many spurts of red
That has undone many blobs
That oozed from wounds unhealed
How one brush of pink
Can wash off many spurts of red
But, the smudge will come back
And bring with it other pastel shades
Spring does follow a barren winter
New sprouts and buds, new blades of grass
Dew, blossoms, birds, hope, a new life
And bring with it other pastel shades
Spring does follow a barren winter
New sprouts and buds, new blades of grass
Dew, blossoms, birds, hope, a new life
Loosely inspired by a popular yester-years Hindi number, "Laaga chunaree mein daag .."
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