"No talks
Curtailed walks
Just the stalks
Memories stored
In the jukebox.
Those needles of clock
That sound
Tic-Tic-Toc
Pictures framed
Acted barricade.
Tears drop
The way water falls
Making a beginning
The wrinkled me crawls.
Being gazed
Through the window of the hall
The pair of eyes
Being notified
The empty March
On the boardwalk."
- Pushkin Channan
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