LONE
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
The despised bright Sun on a sunny noon
That shining star in the night sky, so aloof
The tiny green on the autumn twig
Each drop of rain immiscible in ‘tween
The river atop the highest height
Tied by string is the flying kite!
The nothingness of darkness and vacuum
All narrate their tales very sad and lone.
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