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Hyderabad

a city which often feels like half of her

neighbour
in making and unmaking of dreams

her promiscuous history,

perched on an edge of a teacup
where everything is at stake

if you forget to remember

remember, those 7pm eventides when
her vault dispersed with brilliant shades

of orange that always manages to leave
you at a standstill

remember, when you called it

a home within a home

there›s much to do and to be done now,
to unravel these knots upon knots

the misfortune of having never met the

other half

the language she once conversed in
has long been deserted

the misfortune of having never seen

beyond the fort