An hour before dusk swoops to snatch light
When the elongating shadows cover our limbs
The anxiety of impending night must spur us
But the weary day has seared the marble steps
The blistered hop on the scorching pieces of stone
Descends from supreme divinity to mediocrity
To find compassion in soft soles for the beleaguered
Thankfully, wisdom preached which side was the temple.
Then the dark showers much relief from the fire
As the happy gait brings us to shore from horizon
The same soles turn bereft of all their wonted solace
For the marble steps were no more set ablaze
These steps determine our notion of the benevolence.
Ludhiana
2364
23.54 hrs
12.8.26
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