A night of pretention,
Gradually moving forward..
A night of urban lights..
A night of deserted city.
The alone boy,
Pressing his bike paddle..
The last eye-catching is
Flashing upon his mind
Like elf-fire..
He released a smile, as
He's unable to face himself.
With all voice,
Thousand of questions
Chasing him
Like a eagre..
He stopped,
The dog's sharp call
Couldn't disturb him.
.. This was second time.
Onrushing air
Was only acting a dumbshow..
He couldn't but prepared himself
To go home..
The last press on paddle,
His leaky slippers whistled.
The second feeling of soar ,
He again got a pinnance-oar.
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Author:
Sanjib Banerjee (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2018 01:25
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