Today, I have my father, mother and sister at home with me, it wasn’t so last Sunday, it won’t be so the next; this reminded me of a poem I tried writing three Februarys ago that I named February in an Evening. Some personal exigencies have come in the way of this evening’s Daak. So I send you that poem instead.
066 - Eveningness
066 - Eveningness
066 - Eveningness
Today, I have my father, mother and sister at home with me, it wasn’t so last Sunday, it won’t be so the next; this reminded me of a poem I tried writing three Februarys ago that I named February in an Evening. Some personal exigencies have come in the way of this evening’s Daak. So I send you that poem instead.