Poem: Breath

By: Aruna Subramanian

Chirps of the little birds
Whispers in my deep slumber…
Alluring aroma filling up
Awakens my senses…
Such a pleasant morning
I open the balcony door.
Cosmopolitan cries
strike in reality..
I get on the rush wheels
carrying a backpack
searching my life
struck overwhelming
on the endless lines of
halted rubber rounds…

Categories: Poetry

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