Saturday, July 6, 2019

1

not a story
but a few dots

all the charities
and the endeavours
a little feeble
faded

one long road of trees all along
each with a lifetime

so much lingers on
a lone leaf

hope, a big red sun
arising
every morning


Anant Dhavale
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