A stroll at night, a fearful thrill,
A gust of wind with a lowly shrill,
An abandoned street, most lights dim,
The moon hung low, a silent din
A peaceful wander, no one in sight
The sound of wind, tearing through the heavy silence of the night
Walking to where? that’s unknown,
Talking to a person, on the phone.
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Hung up the call, realising it’s late,
Reaching home, opening the gate,
Ending the day, with a walk,
Is the best way to clear my thoughts.
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~Pakhi Goyal
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