Where Desires Come to an End

On clear monsoon mornings
When clouds retreat
Without a warning

And the exploring sunrays
Burst open the tree-cover
Finding a way

As this crisp hour becomes gold
And the sky suddenly pours
All it was trying to hold

Rolling out a night all spent
Where the peeking moon
Says hi with jasmine’s scent

This is where all my desires come to an end

Grapefruit slice atop a pile of other slices

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