Every start has an ending
To every intermittent thing
An undisputed routine
They go entwined
The game lies in between
The players unwind
A thing not surprising
To logical mind
The traverse I am in
Isn't much meandering
I do not want to point a torch
In the face of sunshine
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I cite you dear Kesav: I do not want to point a torch In the face of sunshine. Absolutely mesmerizing! 5 Stars TOP Score and myriad more. I have enjoyed your poem very much. Thank you for sharing
Thank you, Sylvie. My sweet old friend