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like night waiter, waiting for new dawn.
Then I let months swallow my plight, and
await her embrace not anymore….
I sleep in a room where her portrait hung on the wall,
cobwebbed by dirt from dust of time…
I saw her envisaged dimming rays – evanescing….
Yesternight she suddenly called my phone
and gave excuses about her poor calibrated manners
an imp of smile started growing in corner of my mouth
And my incisor broke again!
when I saw them in two, three, four and five….
conspiring to plot my happiness.