It is the same day-
The tree sheds one or two leaves,
Like one or two tears.
In the hands of that putrid alley!!
It is the same day-
sunless,cloudless
skyless perhaps!!
Only one or two scattered
leave their arms on each other's shoulders..
It is that touch
which curves a new day,
every new year
From the pounding heart of 21st February..
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