Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Water spreads in growing maps from houses
And feet advance to more and more people
As their brooms cleanse outsides of houses.
Some of them have white foam at their mouths
As city walks glowingly with new winter sky
In noises of kids eyes opening to school day
And school girls glowing with talcum smells.
City walks in confused memories of dreams
On old biryani stomachs growling distantly.
Puppies keep sniffing at stranger feet pants
And sad ladies do their things with brooms.
City walks with scraps of poems under hair
Soon they are lost from city's thinning pate.
Posted at 03:50 pm by adukuri