BECKONING

  

As I pass through

The narrow bylanes of the old city,

Strange yet familiar faces 

Beckon my soul.


As I explore 

The layers of confined interiors,

Gutsy shadows 

Mark their uninhibited presence.


As I try to escape the realm,

My enchanted being 

Surrenders to the worthy medium….




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