Plants arranged
On faded steps
Cover the open drain.
Traffic, inch by slow inch.
Legs scrape your door
Almost. Noses flinch.
The vanities of the poor
Then, no less than those
Of the rich. Only more
Functional. A screen
To see your home
As in a dream.
1 comment:
ok got the line u dropped!!
did u hear abt maitri?
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