Poetry 2017 (Remove filter)
MORNING OVER AHMEDABAD
The sun pokes its face.
Through the gray haze
From the rough top
I sit in my own peace.
Morning over Ahmedabad
Above the sandalwood trees
The feeling that is only found in dreams
The baritone call of a waking bull
The buzz of a motorcycle passing by
In the market debates of the price of dates
The clinking of the spoon stirring the mornings' chi
Morning over Ahmedabad
It is much m...
Friday 24th July 2020 5:55 am
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