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Into the Darkling Night

Will you look back
One last time
Before you step out
Into the night and walk away
With everything that was ever right.

Will you hold your breath
For a few seconds more
Before you give out that God forsaken sigh.

For just a moment more
Will you look into my eyes.

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  1. Rajesh, this spoke to me... what a beautiful piece of poetry :)

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  2. Thank you L. I have been following your writings closely. Har Raath ki ek subah hothi hai ( every night has a day). God be with you.

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  3. I can feel the sadness and longing in this Rajesh...hopefully things will turn out right for these two :)

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  4. Thank you for your kind comment on my blog, Rajesh. Have a wonderful weekend :)

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  5. Ah, the longing here .... beautiful work and words ...

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  6. Good one. was lost into the words as read ....

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