We Few…#7

Car zipped out shaterring the silence

Depth of city night’s quietitude get redefine as it hazied

Crickets singing abruptly from my neighbor garden

Silver of moon falling on my eyes through southern window flying curtains.

Lonely I feel…anger rage inside me…

For her…for the daily life hurdrums–

Whispering to me like buzz of bees…

I shall let her go, I pray to self…

Life will flow in its pace, I say to self…

Kolkata…how was your day…


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