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Accoutred in courage with a heart skipping beat,
Brimming with the thought of, how I was swept off my feet;
I decided to take the bull of past by its horn,
Though many years had passed, many seasons gone,
I decided to see him, at the break of a grey dawn.
There were sixteen steps to the temple door,
Had counted them long ago, while racing up the score;
The pathway then was a boulevard of Forget-me-nots,
Now the vines of Jasmine gave my head a shot.
The walls that were edicts of wishes written all over,
The white of the bygone was now a shade yellower;
As the aroma of incense sticks, further lessened the haze,
The memories of yore fluttered the wings of a craze;
The vivid flashes from the past, made my heart beat fast;
Soon I felt the chiming bells playing the exalter,
The forgone was in me, as fresh as the flowers on the altar.
As the past stood there, in front of my eyes,
It had never really gone, was all I could realize;
As I walked in, gulping a sip of soothing pain,
After some sixteen hundred days, I gathered myself to meet him again…
