Jul 062017
 

Street

                                                                                                

              Ripon Handique

                                                                                                              Assistant Professor

                                                                                                            Department of English

                                                                                                                M.G.M. College,

                                                                                                              Dimapur, Nagaland

                                                                                                                               

 

No more does my dreary day dance

As soft these leaves rustle

In this still night

Shroud o’  silence owns.

This lit street breathes

Echoes of your laughter

In a symphony with my thoughts

Numb with longing.

 

Would I were feeble and fleeting

My footfalls shall retrace

In this still night

No memory.

Would I were so

No echoes could e’er weave

Dreams in moving, removing time.

Once with meaning.

 

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