It Is Time To Go Home
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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It is time to go home
As the white-breasted hens have stated calling
From the bamboo thickets by the water body,
The jackals howling like man
From the secluded bushy plots
Coming out of their burrows
And the evening descending to deepen into
The night-time,
To be enveloped in darkness
And the lull of silence.
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Henüz puan verilmemiş