Solitary Reflections

Evenings always makes me brood.
Nostalgia hits, and then that mood.
Sands of time, seems slipping faster.
Wild stray thoughts, yet to master.
Dying sunlight calls the gloom.
Crushed buds, those never bloom.
Chilly glacial heart, dead quiet.
Solitary reflections, till morning light.

Nivedita Sikdar

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