silence stealthily stepped out last night
after putting me to bed.
i know where she went.
"i want to see a flowering gulmohar tree",
she'd said.
the seasons of her heart
had nothing to do
with the wintry barrenness all around.
my dear silence
come home.
this is no country for the young and living.
besides, the noises are out to get me.
after putting me to bed.
i know where she went.
"i want to see a flowering gulmohar tree",
she'd said.
the seasons of her heart
had nothing to do
with the wintry barrenness all around.
my dear silence
come home.
this is no country for the young and living.
besides, the noises are out to get me.
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