
Under that gold sun, sweating all day long
Directing the truck through city throngs
When sun sinks below the horizon, along
Darkness swallows, their wearies strong
The nightly custom, a wait so prolonged
The two pals meet to sing of a day so long
In narrow cobbled street, under lights’ glow
Unclear words flowing thru a puff or two
Merry laughter banishes the silence undue
Deep secrets in ears, make way through
Blinds of night folding fast, day in queue
Tiring days, cheery nights, and life goes on…
This post was written in response to What do you see #48. I thank Sadje for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write a poem or a prose on the picture provided.
Thank you!
©Aashi D Parekh
Life goes on regardless of our circumstances. So make the best of it by changing your attitude. Thanks Aashi for joining in the challenge.
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Loved it Aashi.. a life, with their truck, beautifully described
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Thanks a lot💕💕
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Anytime 😊😊
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Beautiful…what a story given to the picture…amazing.
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Thank you very much for stopping by😇
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My pleasure…
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Their nightly meetings might be what they are both looking forward to, the entire day. Beautifully written, Aashi ♥️
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Yes, the nightly meetings refreshes them. Thank you💜💜
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Always a pleasure 😃
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Beautiful, as always 🤩
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Nicely done!
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Loved it ♥️
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Such beautiful rhythm 💕
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A pleasure 🌼
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Beautiful
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You’re welcome !🥰
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Awesome! ❤️✨
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