BY THE RIVER BANK

BY THE RIVER BANK

By the river bank

At the forest edge

The sun goes down.

 

Water turns gold,

And sky orangey.

 

Columns of white herons

Perch on a tall tree top

For the night’s caress.

 

Soon it will be dark,

And foxes will squeak

And stray dogs whine

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Abu Siddik

It's all about the unsung , nameless men and women around us. I try to portray them through my tales. I praise their undying suffering and immaculate beauty. And their resilience to life's vicissitudes, oddities, and crudities I admire. They are my soulmates who inspire me to look beyond the visible, the known, the common facade of the educated and the intellectuals.

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