The byres eerie silence,
A lazy Moon’s shameless
Smile at the slow move a
Cluster of clouds make to
Turn it into a pale shadow;
Her splayed limbs cloyed
With an intoxicating vigor
Ready to be gifted to the
Raw passion of youth;
Hooting of scurrilous owl
Inviting dreams into kohl
Rimmed eyes accompanied
Music from butterfly lips;
The night’s reticent pause,
Its failed attempt to rein in
Over mulish passionate wave
Gathering as storm in hearts;
Flippant wind’s invidious
Forays into platonic ambiance
Unexpected click of a latch
Has set in to linger thick;
Faint clinks of coruscating
Bangles foretell about an
Obdurate dawn she wakes
Up to with a new surname.
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