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Sep 2018
Standing under the starry sky,
He gazes at the crimson moon.
He is old, solitary and shy
He knows his end is coming soon.

The wind smiles as she passes through him,
Brushing his hair, kissing his cheek.
Playful as she may seem
She knows, he is now weak.

He gazes dreamily at the sky,
Reminiscing the glory days of his life.
Like everyone else, he will also die
But, he is happy as he knows that he will be with his wife.

He wonders as he watches the crimson moon.
He knows, his end is coming soon.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
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I hope you enjoy this poem. As usual I am leaving the interpretation part to you. Happy reading!
Tanay Sengupta
Written by
Tanay Sengupta  26/M/India
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