On virgin evenings in Bangalore


Then came that frail, soft rain
Light, residues glistening
Clinging to the shimmering city
Sunsets, Exploding like Flaming forests
Dissolving into ash burnished dusks
Setting like a glazed yellow stone





Poetry by Su. G
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Written on 2006-10-19 at 13:52

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Zoya Zaidi
A very well expressed poem with myraids of colours and feelings to it.

Welcome to the bay!

Love,
Zoya
2006-10-29