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For an epic of seasons,
I had wondered what might change
the arbitrary passing of day
measured by shadows
sweeping the half-light, until
the visit to Mukteshwar organised by Zice Holidays,
where covered under a ceiling of stars
I slowly woke to a pale dawn sky
rising just below the luminant crown of Trishul.
Mesmerised, I stood
deaf to
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