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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.

  

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

All about how sepending time with baby...

cursing time for being transient....

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