Stone mates

In a full moon night..

With a group of friends..

Afer long time, from far lands..

Accompanied by a few joints..!!

Four potent drags inhaled..

And the moment just marveled..

Towards the sky, smoke travelled..

And the moment just prevailed..!!

As gossip being of the past..

Nostalgic thoughts starts to emerge..

Good old days, achieved like warriors..

Only to be imperious in the declining years..!!

Passing on the final piece of joint..

And the highness at the threshold..

Bloodshot eyes, joints smoked away..

Onset of the witching hour, they passed away….!!!!


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