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A Queer Quietness
The day ends when the birds fall,
An echo in the empty halls.
The potion of euphoria has been guzzled.
Now, the frivolities have stopped like a spell of the coven.
I toast the men who defenestrate
The gongs of gloom,
But today the temple is quiet.
Welcome, the sudden strangeness.
Tonight, life will breathe.
Tonight, the night will sleep.
A sigh of serenity, the world will heave.
Tonight, sleep will be not be broken by the ‘beep’.
The air is fragrant.
The morning exotic.
Like the bee of Eastertide
Time flaps its wings,
But is caught in stillness.
The windows are open.
The wind is welcome.
But there is something queer,
The wind blows with a sudden stillness.
By Soumyadeep Chatterjee | X-A
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