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Evening melts into the

furnace of my memory.

Who cares !

The birds  make their way

to their nest.

The darkness comes bare footed

And whispers into my ear.

It reminds me of the bygone days.

The loner lucifer waving hands.

The unkempt hair of breeze

touches my face.

Then comes tears,

The world is calm and tranquil.

 

◄ Makeshifts

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Philipos

Tue 9th Jun 2020 15:58

Well crafted poem Avishek - enjoyed. P

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