Penned By B D Narayankar
Standing underneath
the umberella of the sky,
the cold dark hues
of the night
dissolves in the
floating clouds
Standing underneath
the umberella of the sky,
I have always thought
that sometimes
I would scoop by my finger
the spreading darkness,
and ever so slyly
paint your eyes
with cold dark hues
of the night
Like sometimes
you paint your eyes
with Kajal
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