Sunday, April 1, 2012



As sun sets
And day is about to end
Memories like chirping
Of returning birds
Fill the emptiness.
They never go far for long
From their home in warmth of gray cells

Hoping to find new lease of life
From grand children abroad
Or some old friends
I check my Inbox once again
Only to find more junk mails

Chirping is louder now
Sun may soon set
It will be quiet

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