Yes I listen,
to the gullible streets in the winter,
deserted,
As if a dead society is left
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But the old remarks of stillness Walks through the dawn of cruelty And I have seen in his eyes daring of last adventure, reflection of a struggled past. I loved the poem nicely sketched.Thanks for sharing A huge 10++++ Piyushjee.I want more like this from you. Regards.
Thank you