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Shopping for Dupattas

I can see your shadows
Escape the dressing room
Making my imagination
Run wild, even as I wonder
What could have been
And what would have been

I see you try
Colors pink and orange
As you try to recreate
An age long gone by
Even as I wonder
What could have been
And what would have been

Your sheer dupattas
Matched with your smiles
your Hands covered with
Invisible henna touch
Fabrics, Even as I wonder
What could have been
And what would have been



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                                                         (For A)

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