Every dusk, that
Swells like twilight bow
Pierce a silent arrow
All goes fleeting by
No eyes
holds the past now
Wet hours
With longer shrill
Howl a familiar cry
Far off, near
The blue of sky
I can hear the approaching steps
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A well-composed ,image-packed poem open to myriad interpretations.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair ji
Great poem, love the way it has been penned opening in the minds of readers great expectations.
M so humbled respected Pramila Khadun Jee! Your words are balm to my verse.
Regards
Lovely composition sir
So much thanks for your lovely comments Rashmi Jee! Regards.
I like the flow of this poem. Its well penned.
So much thanks Sheela Joby Jee!
Commendably encapsulates the style and poetic acumen readers of this author’s work are familiar with.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin!