The dissolved foot prints
Dissolved in the brine of time
The trace of gait is gone
Once the golden orb decides
After his dazzling spell to drown
The twilight hour retards the steps
Moistened by the silent specks
That glittered in the sparkling noon
The smoky skies leave some spots
Full of intermittent silvery twinkle
The spots where the dark fails to fade
And the faint replica of the sun
That reonates in his own right
With a dream of an impending dawn
If only we could hold our waves
Amidst the looming twilight steps.
Bareilly
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7.1.26
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