AkashBhojraj
2 years ago1,000+ Views
Dusty road down the hill, In the rays of sunshine, lies a path, Down the slope it goes, where still it lays waiting, for someone to cross, till dawn it's all moss.. Down the sunshine in the temple It's nothing but the silence, silence of peace, of tranquillity till it's night, The night starts the blemishes, of midnight owls and birds, gathering around in the moonlight, in brink of a stare, never go there in the night, never even dare.. -- Akash This poem is based on the experience while we trekked a hill behind my home..! A different kind of poem for Vinglers! Comments please guys!! xoxo
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You're welcome!
2 years ago·Reply
nice:)
2 years ago·Reply
love the ending....gives it a bit of the emotion of how that road is looked upon
2 years ago·Reply
Thank you.. 😊 @LindaGuandique
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