When the streaks of dawn enter the crevices of the windows
The eyes refuse for the emptiness to subside in
Although the sweet chirruping and rustling of the Neem's lave leaves
persevere to pose positivity yet
The loneliness, the vacuum subsides in
I chatter, sing songs of Hope and homecoming of warriors
Beating the wrinkled skins of old drums
Yet my heart rings no louder
My conscience seems shaken
When the sun sets in
Sets the Oblivion for 'they' return
With wide smiles and affectionate hugs
Howling joyously as they bid goodbyes
In the sunshine , solidarity Sparks everywhere now
As 'they' leave to be able to feed their malicious stomach
The bell chimes from the nearby temple
The pacing footsteps outside fail to rekindle
Loneliness subside in...
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
When the streaks of dawn enter the crevices of the windows
The eyes refuse for the emptiness to subside in
Although the sweet chirruping and rustling of the Neem's lave leaves
persevere to pose positivity yet
The loneliness, the vacuum subsides in
I chatter, sing songs of Hope and homecoming of warriors
Beating the wrinkled skins of old drums
Yet my heart rings no louder
My conscience seems shaken
When the sun sets in
Sets the Oblivion for 'they' return
With wide smiles and affectionate hugs
Howling joyously as they bid goodbyes
In the sunshine , solidarity Sparks everywhere now
As 'they' leave to be able to feed their malicious stomach
The bell chimes from the nearby temple
The pacing footsteps outside fail to rekindle
Loneliness subside in...
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