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Cluster of buildings ,
standing side by side,
In a still stance, since years.
The oldest ones getting older.
The newer ones built taller,
Miraculously architechtured,
and coloured not bright ,
That’s the trend of the moment.
Where as,
the quarters leased by the government ,
seemed to be the oldermost,
the parent or the host,
to the rest.
Coloured dark and light blue,
to survive taxation.
With old wooden windows,
Creates an outdated sensation.
During dusk, when the sun is above the horizon,
when the colour of the sky is crimson.
All the buildings seem to light up,
illuminating it’s doors, windows and verandah.
Except for few houses,
Who tend to minimize their electricity bill,
the Installment of that owned,
is cleared until.
The buildings vertically extended,
Could be identified with their names on the top .
Be it “Identity” or be it “Emami City “
Or could be some other name.
Lit in red in big bold letters,
to be legible from far even better.
Exquisite ! Sheen! Wonderful !
No better words to depict the eve.
The tiny lights emitting from the small framework,
Lits up the world, to see, to shirk.
To celebrate that portion of time,
With the invisible stars, departing sun and the sudden quietness,
when the day had come to an end,
to lean, to relax ,to prepare for the next event.
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