Riding home with Mustaq on a windy night- before the tourism meet.
Threatened by the wind
Poems now rise in my mind
No thought of dying
Lightning flashes bright
My hair wants to kiss the sky
I feel free tonight
On and on we go
The road stretches endlessly
Trees bow before us
The world whirls around
The heavens roar, skies flash
Tandav by the wind
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