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Kanna K. Siripurapu

Statues in the Dark

When future beckoned and present insisted,
I stepped out of my door and walked,
Out of the narrow alley, on to the empty road,
I walked past by my past, on the open roads,
Tracing my fortune and tracking my own footprints on the shifting sands,
Leaving behind the shadows of the past,
Standing still like statues in the dark..!

(2013)

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