By Abhishek Mishra in Poems » Short
Updated 14:24 IST May 27, 2018

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Those glaring stars of the night,

Those reluctant sighs of the immense sky

That entourage of those tides

Resting along the shoreline,

We impressions of a tale,

Imploring for inception,

with the missing protagonist -

one who made, that walk indelible,

from the evening,

that was drafted on white fabric,

of my heart, yesterday


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