Rhyming

Day 298: Lost Brothers (Manimaran)

You would have been fifty this year, Blowing out candles on a giant cake, Surrounded by all near and dear Instead, this year's gift is heartache. Empty party halls and wishes, imagining age on your face is it lined with deep creases but still full of grace? Would time have cooled that temper, or would… Continue reading Day 298: Lost Brothers (Manimaran)

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