Hurling the love

Here hurling love in the city
The city which never supine
Like me but always went forth.
Through the haunting window
We always observe the city
As it’s original guardian.
Though here you see
I’m musing and idling only
Yet we never swept away.
Kind of tendril we are
Always hug around it’s neck.

 

7th May, 2016

 

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