Poetry

A Cold Day in July

Even the table bearers
Can’t think of such
Me and you gently seated
Right in the front porch

What idea could I possibly bring
Or issues could we possibly solve
We should take it down
To a chit chat

But really,
It’s hard for reality to set in
Seeing me break a new ground
I must dust off my timid heart

But everyone had loved
Somebody sometime
I regretted mine
But here I am
Always at your doorstep
But never knocking

Open up your window
And see me staring,
Hope you let me in someday.

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