Amrita Chowdhury
Sitting on the park bench
She watches the sun setting on the horizon
The sky resplendent in orange and crimson
Like a bride, till she bids adieu
And her gold and red lingers on
Somewhat sombre for the farewell
Rust and antique gold that settles like silk
Holding the darkness at bay
Like her sitting at dusk on a park bench
Preserved memories smelling of mothballs
Rusty from tangled relationships
And yet beautiful
Once vermilion, now the colour of the setting sun
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Nice one
Thank you ma’am
Very beautifully written
Thank you Gowri
Beautiful
Beautiful one on ageing and watching the world go by
Thank you Natasha! Middle age crisis 🙂
So poignant, Amrita. Love these lines
‘Preserved memories smelling of mothballs
Rusty from tangled relationships
And yet beautiful
Once vermilion, now the colour of the setting sun’
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Thank you Moonmoondi 🙂
Beautiful!
Thank you so much
Beautiful💚
Thank you Pooja
Very beautifully penned. Loved the lines that show passage of time.
Thank you so much
Beautiful!
Thanks Sai:)
Beautifully penned!