Absense - Poem by Piyush Dey
Beyond glass doors,
between thick branches of trees
the rain falls, quietly.
There are noises,
there are people;
they are talking.
Beyond the noises of their talking,
somewhere within me,
on another surface
falls your absence, quietly,
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