Every night left a day behind
Every day had a soul to hide
One is happy, perfect
One is void support
A seamless time chasing
A vehicle went past leaving all behind….

Who had etched this figure for me?
Who had seen this pallid by and by?
What a measured biography of time
An echoed chase ripping the air between….

11th Dec2008

Moushumi moushumi

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