In twilight time, the rays from the dying sun
Are casting their red beam on my face
Making the wrinkles very prominent and surfaced.
The day is ending with falling maple leaves
Being dry and wobbling in evening air.
The gloomy sun dips beneath the horizon
Cautioning me with a message of my end,
Through it’s breathing, right on my shoulder
Showing me those wrinkles I gathered on my face,
Through ages whom I kept unnoticed, though!
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Amitava.(20. 9.18)
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