Nikhil Kusnur Poems

The night when I dropped you home.
While the snow fell upon my hood.
As I drove through the empty streets
To the place where you had stood.
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The sun stood upon the high peaks,
The wind had blown over the sea.
Clouds were nowhere in sight,
But they were where they had to be.
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Whisky splattered on the table,
Glasses clashed and broke.
The bartender yelled angrily,
But everything seemed a joke.
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