Shape on Sheets

I awake and stare at the crumpled white sheets

Sunlight fighting its way into the room

To embrace the baren sheets.

The crumples form a shape,

A shape my memory knows so well,

A shape my fingers can only beg for,

A shape that lies far beyond my Delhi reality,

In my London dream.

One day I shall reclaim that shape,

And the soul it belongs to.

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