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Things belong to somewhere
nativity could be anything
or normed, the life could be
needed to come to rest.

Name it anything abode
it take time to breathe in out;
life need retreat for a minute
to restore its energy to glow.

Retire of sun, unplugs
what gleams all the day;
life race back to abode
before lose track in darkness.

Screeching of birds indicate
the time to go back home;
as they ready to take laps
on the canopy of trees.

Sun too exhaust at the day end
withdrawing its rays; says bye
as slowly the shadow swallow
life draw back to home.

Ps. Inspired from the evening walk on Sunday around the picturesque BlueCross road, where the picture was shot, in neighbourhood - Adyar.