Season Of Ochre RobeA Poem by Sumit Ganguly
Autumn is our conscience.
Vast expanse of blue sky nurse it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and faith. Autumn is a buffer between shower and snow, like the want and end. 25th Oct.2016
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Added on October 25, 2016 Last Updated on October 25, 2016 AuthorSumit GangulyKolkata, South Asia, IndiaAboutDevoted to writing. Occupation-Retired. more..Writing
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