Quell Hour Poem by Moushumi moushumi
Quell Hour
Every night left a day behind
Every day had a soul to hide
One is happy, perfect
One is void support
A seamless time chasing
A vehicle went past leaving all behind….
Who had etched this figure for me?
Who had seen this pallid by and by?
What a measured biography of time
An echoed chase ripping the air between….
11th Dec2008
After reading your best creation I have landed into a city of emotion.....Asadharan...shyamal.
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8/28/2026 4:24:18 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
emotions cooling down...disgust hotting up...excellent word selection for etching out your imageries deep...the vehicle allegory is excellent...good work, Mousumi...10