On Evening
On Evening
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The sun has been trying to move
the loose boughs falling over its face,
in vain.
Out of its front door a road goes
to meet the impatient lady
waiting at the other bend.
Here truths simply interchange.
The myths remain no more myth,
their blending into realities
becomes golden with the sun.
Slowly sun pours itself a stiff liquid…
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Copyright © Kushal Poddar | Year Posted 2009
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