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 Nov 2020
Piyath
Lulling to the cicadas screeching
nightly
Bulging dew drops shimmering
brightly
Tree limbs grasping moonlight
tightly
Fireflies flickering ever so
slightly
Fairies tickling flowers; so
sprightly
Centaurs galloping bare, but
knightly
It's true that I should admit
rightly
Nights at the grove are nothing but sightly
The beautiful nights that make a poet's mind wonder into the deep deep lusts of illusive myths and the aspiring grace of nature at its darkest.
 Nov 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma

At sunset
The sky turns in liquid gold
The trees with forgotten leaves
Promised, new to grow
Orange pinwheel, rolls down the hills
The shadows of the bark, evenly spill
on the grey grained roads
Shining bright and dark
The twilight begins


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 Nov 2020
Aparna
Red leaves
           fell silently
Under the maple tree
           by the lake
Where we met  
Last autumn
           Late September;
When the maple leaves
             turned crimson
       you made me
blush just like
those scarlet leaves
       That day ...
                                    Autumn came early,
                                  Why don't you,too...?


            Winter's on the way
           Are you, too?


Where are you...?
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After you left, the virid sugar maple leaves turned flavescent 🍁 ,then segued into red
  🥺
    
                                           ❤

Daydreams
 Nov 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma

Orange huts
Fresh coat of paint
The colour that held the conical shaped
wooden frames
Lined by coconut and palms
The coastal land
Rainforest canopy
Tropical island
The bricks in white
Struck slant in the ground
Forming rows
On the pathway
At leisure rode
The valiant horse
Late evening when the tides came in
The sea swelled with the golden moon
Inspired by a photo

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