Home coming - A frenzy August fever
grapples all doubts to death
the joy felt, immeasurable, if not more,
fades like November's Sun
Duty calls and this time far,
away from August's pruning & desperate faces
Him, a Wasp caught in tarantula's spell
Yearnings eclipse the day
Noiseless cries mark the night
The distance, it chokes them Lovers throat.
(a letter arrives at the door step..finally..)
The separation has done its trick
Days on calendar hung on the far white wall flutters
From it slithers promises...
..as white lies.
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