The radiant fruit of evening sun
That grows on barren branch
Slithers slowly down the bark
Meandering like a black serpent
Ready to hiss in the dark
And pour his venom in the sky
The thunder that bleeds tonight
Showers dew drops from above
If only I had leaves to garner them
And wrap the falling sun in my foliage .
Dehradun
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17.13 hrs
14.1.25
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