An evening star in dense sky
in night dissolving through
lens of panoramas
a whiff of cloud remains stranded
there is song in breeze
which lit those demure buildings
standing pacified in broad daylight
hustle bustle on roads a moon stationary besides a car window
growing mercifully for another half of century
a dream only
does not occurs in sleep,
hues delve deep and those flickering lights
at junction pulls me for the crowd.
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