She.

When the night
creeps and intrudes.
When the day
migrates to his cosy nest.
When the sun
recedes on the wall of
distant horizon.
When the alley
of concrete forest,
reverberates with echo of
calm and deadlock.
When the stars bloom,
up above the firmament.
When the entire world
is in a heavy slumber.
Then, she walks
into my dream,
with soundless steps,
and adorns my heart,
with flowery touch.





Poetry by sonam bhote
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 14:22

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