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Jul 2012
In the stillness of every wintry night,
I sing
most of the times
to an audience of one.
  
my little wonders
a sudden unsettling thunder,
uncontrolled sobs,
suppressed moans,
angste that visit unsolicited,
inconsequential happiness,
all, become my songs.

A solo performer
never looks for applause,
or disheartened by disappointed looks,
and when the curtain finally falls
in silence,
and the actor goes back on wheels,
there won't be any encore,
*it's a solitary road, even if you aren't  really aware.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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