Nameless (1)

Suman_Bhattacharya

the same old summer evening

stars sprinkled all over me

                 with puffs of cloud travelling across the horizon

the disappearing twilight making way towards a periodic darkness

                        while the fireflies light up the gloom

all’s the same ─ the old grandfather clock strikes

                        with notes of different colours

as if recording different hours of time

                        devoid of its natural fragrance

  • Author: Suman_Bhattacharya (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 1st, 2022 00:12
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 40
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