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On my outstretched hand
when you placed yours,
these are not just two palms –
a tender one on a furrowed rough,
that by a coincidence clasped,
but meeting of two rivers
flowing from two distant hills,
flowers of two seasons
blossoming on the same tree,
dreams of two hearts
now in same shades to please the eye,
music of two worlds
sharing the same ‘raga’,
rainbows of two skies
coalescing together
or thread of two times
now knotted up with each other
to meet an ocean of a far away infinity…
No longer I exist here,
separate you, too, are not anymore,
We enter together into a paradise –
is this not a magic, a priceless prize!
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