Time Trails By A Mark

As soon as I opened
the folding night-chair
On my roof top posing a seat
A disciplined silence dropped
Around the open vistas

The stars started twinkling its tiny eyes
Masses of trees clogged behind their swaying arms
A dense breeze stood by my side
Along with the lonely moon wearing silver anklet

I indoctrinated about the roots
By my silent communication
Opening one more fold
For the milestone
That time trails by a mark

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