Neelam Sangwai


Dear Departing

This eve,
Red, -Saffron, orange-yellow -white colored sky,
And my words shy..
Wrap them with care in your heartfolds.

The light buds are now turning to their roots of darkness
The prudent shadows are marching...
Leaving the eyelashes...
The tired day is folding its hours and minutes dissolve in the heart of darkness.

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