Shadow sprinkles
Pushing the gaze
Towards the ladder
Sipping steps down
At the Loyola Hall
A bent silhouette
Entered hall inside
In all reverence.
All thoughts vanished
In spectator's gathering
What words spoke
Was already spoken
Roamed, inside eyes
Silence dried
In beckoning of his
The limp of leg
Occurred in an
Uneven call
Camera was the
Only witness, in
All its click!
Alas! The feast day.
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