Though the usual sun rises in the sky,
but today is not the same as yesterday-
sans you, dear, everything seems wry and dry;
though the usual sun rises in the sky,
sans you, now dreariness surrounds high and nigh,
and the darkness hovers here, and I find no way;
though the usual sun rises in the sky
but today is not the same as yesterday.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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