Her hands never abandoned mine,
We took off after nine.
Her arms were my dearest armour,
Yet my deadliest fear!
Some sweet bangs when I said no;
Some wide hee-haws when I said yes;
Simulating guts in the scary street,
Abounding ease with every meet
Our never-ending strolls -
Broke off only at 'pani-puri' stalls;
Giggling at every little something,
We were the hopeless best-thing!
Here I am today, far --
But what does the heart crave for?
That same late night walk with her,
One more time!
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