Down the vale and up the hill
we’d camp besides the gurgling rill.
A parasol gleaming with fireflies,
no roof, we’d lay ‘neath the Azure skies.
Oh how I miss those chandelier nights.!
A bed of fragrant Jasmine flowers
strewn like a tiara of pearly stars.
A flickering, warm, candle light
love sparkling in our cinnamon eyes.
Oh how I miss those chandelier nights.!
I go there at times in the day
a path we’d frequent, now seems astray.
I hear the breeze a song recite
Of love beguiled, of monsoons wild
Oh how I miss those chandelier nights.!
Was it a dream, those chandelier nights,
The vale, the hills, the Azure skies
Was it a dream, those chandelier nights.
or artfully woven cashmere lies.
Oh how I miss those chandelier nights.!
© laughing_soul
Gitanjali Kapoor
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