Saturday, November 26, 2016

A child of world's past by Imran Soudagar.

The sky turned dark.

The shadows grew large.

And the light played tricks.

The tweeting birds paused.

The buses honked but not now.

I stoped at the stairs, staring.

At the beautiful scene of,

Rain Drops falling, bringing

Back those memories of a child,

Who lived in the world's past.

And who still lives inside me,


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