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Jun 2019
Sun suddenly seem to melt
With its rays knelt
Thoughts getting claustrophobic
Mind waits to witness  some magic
Watching the narrow lanes
Walls of temple  plane
Beggar sitting outside counting the coins
Under the red sun with ****
Loneliness of him perishes.
As the crowd rushes
Written by
Uma natarajan
105
     Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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