the title is about a medicin and shadow tree of India called Neem tree - it brings its fruits in bunches too many to play and enjoy in a rustic environsyou and me
do you remember you tried your best to cheat me
but I do know
you win by your wits
I love your winning instincts
the downpour
it made us to run
but again
we played too instinctively
til day
I find my meanings
at your plays
my moments with you
it gives an anchor
to come off
at the place I remain intact
bereft of meaning
clouds come today too
but it only fetch
what you have left at my soul
people say
if you love
it changes all sudden
but my moments
it remain tuned to
the laughing eyes
making me run too fast
to catch your shadows
why your shadows
they still that alive
I run again and again
to catch wholesome
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