BY THE RIVER BANK

An Evening
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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

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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