possibly a stretch of time
never seen or felt earlier
it appeared like the seasons ─ slowly with silent footsteps
like a homeless lying all alone under the cold sky
welcoming the misty moments he still needs to survive
the lights all around faded
in subtle intervals of momentary darkness
the darkest patch though is yet to come
the tired eyes still waiting to perceive it
even though nothing not much unknown lies beyond
just left to know
it is the end of the beginning
or just the beginning of the end
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Author:
Suman_Bhattacharya (
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- Category: Reflection
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