Standstill
written by: Gopal Lahiri
This evening, silk scarf smooth
discreet
like a petal floats on the riverbanks.
Dusk grows with the wet air
descents
towards my face drunk on disbelief.
I watch the night become in all its
brightness
in its saintly silver light.
The last shaft of light warms my lips
standstill
waiting to dock in my heart.
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