And then, you were there...
With questions writ in eyes with a bit of care
Rushing through the lanes, somewhat foul and fair,
Shedding a loaded make-up, layer by layer.
(Twisting an ankle or two at every odd stair!!)
A mirage as it seems with no one to share
Or an oasis for which the Bedouins dare ?
Rootless souls just dying to bare.