Museum

Rating: 4.0

Sundays, like a stanza break
Or shower's end of all applause,
For some old unexplaining sake
The optimistic tread these shores,
As lonely as the dead awake
Or God among the dinosaurs.

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Rajnish Manga 07 October 2017

What kind of a museum is this, I wonder- 'For some old unexplaining sake'.

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Gajanan Mishra 07 October 2017

dead awake, right words.

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