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Swing
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Swing
15thMarch
Why are you now crying dear swing ?
Even warm sunlight joy doesn't bring
We sat side by side after breakfast
Silent summer nights together
Often no words spoken just hands on
My dearest where has the time gone
Do you remember the white paint
Palms became smeared & sticky
The paint has long dried with years
Now I sit alone after dinner
The cool summer breeze's caress
Feels as if it is you beside me
Author's Notes/Comments:
As usual churning out of asphalt mixer
Hmmmm
Makes me wonder what happened to the "swing". Ingruiging.
People go but the swings will remain for years & years
People go but the swings will remain for years & years.
I'll be visiting Poet's Island on last Day of Dec 2059.... See you there. We can swing on this swing but bring some words along..... God bless you
©bishu
The Asphalt School of Poetry
founder, bishu
locale, kolkata
philosophy: mix with water and serve
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©bishu