It was dull sun, going to rest his head after a long listless day..
Crepuscular rays are spilling out beyond the horizon, like offsprings running out of the house to play after school..
That moment, when offspring throwing away his bag and running like the Napoleon who has won in the war..
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She has kafkaesque gaze in her small eyes... Powerful line...I loved the flow and rhythm... You expressed it very well...thumbs up..keep up..10 here you go..
the dancing stars and the sweet moon spreading his light on them to help them see the words hold new hope and a magical spells you you spared light on us common people to help us see, bravo
I have a mentor too....but he dont know... I'm always mirroring me in his poems... and how important have someone so special ....in poetry, in life.... Very beautiful your homage! ! !
A refined poetic imagination, Utsav. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.