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Poem - Dusk

Amita Bhakta

Long long ago
On the banks of Tapi,
Under the old Banyan,
On the rusty bench,
He and I sat,
That evening.
As that ancient master painter
With his invisible brush,
And magnificent pallet,
Painted the sky.
We sat...side by side,
speechless and tearful.
Now many dusks later
Tapi still flows west. 
Old banyan is there
Master still paints.
Yet, I am here,
And he is not there!!!

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