The place falls
The place calls
The place reminiscing
The ones with horns
The ones with holes
In the journey
Of the time.
The place sucks
The place chucks
The place twinning
With the ray of hopes
In the lost memories
Of the unheard notes.
The place witnessing
The place kissing
The lips of the time
In a corner
To plead once again
From the fallen ones.
The place refused
Its presence
In misty memories
Hiking across the moors
It’s time
For a rendezvous
By a hike
In a new place.
Yes, it’s time!
©Bhavya Prabhakar
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