“In the Twilight”

Walking past the lane
As it started to rain,
We dropped our bags down And enjoyed splashing on the ground

Soon the droplets falling, Sounded like a tune
And we couldn’t stop ourselves
From dancing in the twilight

It wasn’t dark yet
So 1 called up home,
Told my sister that I’m with her
While he was waiting with melting cones.

“Mansi Mundhra”

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