Tuesday, October 03, 2017


By Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, October 03, 2017

He sat by the window,
smoking into the air,
observing the people
across the street,
the clock was ticking
behind him,
reminding how time is
whisking past him,
he counts the number of
homeless people on the street,
and looks up at the stars in
the sky,
tonight, there weren't many,
the clouds hid them and tucked
them away from the world,
he sat by the window,
smoking another cigarette,
the nightfall has just begun,
with the clock ticking behind him,
the nightfall has just begun.



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