Friday, May 1, 2015

The dying Sun

The silence breached by occasional whisper of the wind. The tall dry grasses stand like widows with their heads down at the funeral of the Sun. The sad evening mourns. The excited night surges ahead, conceiving a hopeful morning in its womb with a message....

The Sun will resurrect...tomorrow

TK Rafeeq Ahmed, Vaniyambadi


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