Evening melts into the
furnace of my memory.
Who cares !
The birds make their way
to their nest.
The darkness comes bare footed
And whispers into my ear.
It reminds me of the bygone days.
The loner lucifer waving hands.
The unkempt hair of breeze
touches my face.
Then comes tears,
The world is calm and tranquil.
Philipos
Tue 9th Jun 2020 15:58
Well crafted poem Avishek - enjoyed. P