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Getting back from a day’s
work
Riding my bike
through the deserted road
Motoring sound echoes
the closed doors
While the hallogen lights on the street
Puts an orange tinch
on the dark canvas
I stopped at my favorite
coffee shop
zipping a hot coffee from my night vendor
A cool wind breezed
out from no where
Tickling the birds of
that banyan tree
They chattered their
protest out
In a voice different
from the day
May be their dream
was chilled away
The cicadas are
composing their tunes
From the mangroves of
that swamp
The beauty of dark
lies in ears
Our eyes seldom portrays them
Now its time for me
to start my bike
Into the darkness of
tomorrow
Don’t know what holds
for me
In the lights of
tomorrow
Loved my stay at this
stop
On the odd hours of
night
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