Rabbit

You are a puppy’s footprint, caught in fresh cement.
You are the dew that settles on icy car windows, and keeps hope alive of a world outside.
You are the rasp in Norah Jones’s voice, as she croons ‘Sunrise, Sunrise…’

You are hope, and A.R. Rahman on his best day, and the sound of music
Wafting over a freed Kashmir.
You are the old record playing on a Sunday morning, you are
Sunshine that fades away Kodak memories.

You are in my heart, and in the
Varnish fast rubbing off my toe-nails. You are
The slender fingers that adjust too large glasses onto a crooked nose.

You are the dusty letters that dance
Inside of old books, you are words and you
Are voices, and most of all, you are me.

You are twenty one, and I love you.

- Noopur Sen

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You are my reflection cast onto a prettier mirror.
You are me and I love you.