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Golden hour
Golden hour
Madhanala Shaila Prasad
Golden hour reminded by gone days,
Tit- bits of being together
Still fresh as love at first sight
Courtship days filled with hope and sorrow
Travelled all the way as Adam and Eve
Till heavenly one bestow an angle
Day in and day out no other to do
Each day fell too short to
Narrate how she grew
Cloths that she put on
Alerted mere childhood
A quality time to hangaround
Material world would allow me
Conquer the world around
But, not at the cost of
Flitting childhood days of angle.
