In a pin-drop-silence
It comes and starts to talk
Standing behind a mirror …
At night it's more careful
And tries to take me to a fiction-world,
Resonates walls in my half-sleep late night.
Long back it came…
It comes even now;
Does it take out heat from the life
To make the smoky world?
When I awake up it offers a pleasing chillness.
Dated: 28-09-2018.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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