The droplets
drizzle from skies
It is dark sooner
than expected
The flap is lost
in the twilight
Which has dived
in the night
The sky is bereft
of moon tonight
Even as he peeps
into the cloud
The veil is unrelenting
and blind
The wing is confounded
amidst blur
Like a frantic
oar in the whirlpool
Desperate and
wayward in measure
Where is the
branch that was mine
With nascent
dreams hatched on tuft
Their chirp is
submerged in silent thunder
My plight when
you do not respond.
Delhi
22.53 hrs
2123
19.2.24
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