From tether strolls my ease
Sets in when the eve,
Come rushing old memories
With stuff that would grieve
Along with eve’s bestirred breeze,
From tether strolls my mind’s ease.
O thou evening breeze,
What if ye come all alone
Without memories,
To let me linger till dawn
When troubling dreams too get gone.
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Tanka |04.04.2024| evening, memories, dreams
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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