Monday, July 18, 2022

Little Light

 


 

Someday little light gets into rooms

measure the buoyancy

 

The soft voice of the wind wipes the dust

of unforgivable desert inside,

 

Those ripped out notes, keep it tuned

listening to the walls braces whine,

 

Morning rays give birth to freedom and hope

meet outline of the dusk’s glow,

 

Why ever people want to go move out?

windows chase butterflies in tow

 

Aging unsettles into streams of memoir

ebbs and flows, unravels the pristine landscape.

 

©gopallahiri

 

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