‘Till dusk

Just like

The brightest stars,
Know to burn,
With the light of a thousand suns;

Baby turtles,
Break their shells,
Know to make the run;

A world sits,
And spins around,
Ripe for life to breathe;

A moon that knew,
To hang around,
This brilliant nature wreath;

Evening lamps,
come to light,
Silent in the dark;

Make no sound,
Spread a glow;
Alone in the park;

Right until the moment they burn out.

Hear that sound,
cracked and dim,
Too low to notice;

A scream it is,
The lamps last breath,
Its final exasperated wish;

Until dusk.

By – Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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