Coldness of the night middle
Defining the blue silence holds.
lluminating yellow of headlights
Scaling the road, returning, to abode.
I wrap self in scattered street lights
To fathom the solitariness of mine–
Amongst all others.
Hold Your Step Dear Traveler…–Michael Madhusudan Dutta
Coldness of the night middle
Defining the blue silence holds.
lluminating yellow of headlights
Scaling the road, returning, to abode.
I wrap self in scattered street lights
To fathom the solitariness of mine–
Amongst all others.
4 responses to “Unspokens”
This is gorgeous.
Anne Sexton is one of my favs.
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What a fantastic piece, Sangbad! I loved the way you have very intelligently made use of different colours to denote different situations. Brilliant work! Great to read you again after quite some gap.
Cheers! 🤗
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Cheers…
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