Tangerine taste of dismal dusk
Soaking old pale postcards
In pink
Steeped in fragrance of musty musk,
Moments, now shattered shards
They sink
Bringing memories all anew
Bleeding through inky curls
Each time
Dawn smiles in doleful hoary hues
Vignettes of past unfurls,
Like rime
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Born in a literary environment, brought up amid mountains and plains, Kokila Gupta nurtured a deep love for nature and simplicity.Her prose, poetry, musings or Haiku, all express her natural affinity towards life in mundane spontaneity. She is a lecturer by profession, wayfarer by passion and a writer by choice.
Latest posts by Kokila Gupta (see all)
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Every line was a pleasure to read. A beautiful poem. The last line said it all.