Lamenting Sun pulls down the curtains
There is solace to be found in this new found darkness
Preferable silence over the discomforting fables
Foibles of the day are enough to unsettle the rhythm
Spasms! The day contorts due to uncomfortable questions
Propositions of scandalous desires
Let it all settle down; they will sink deeper and taint
Still, this stillness will rescue the advance of such time
For a while, before dawn is seized by unscrupulousness
~Amitav
As usual with a great poem.
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Thank you so much.
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