Dust settles… Over another city And my lungs
Morning ride… In city haze Some quiet
Mountains… Beyond the urban madness I see quiet
Sippin’… For old times Another lassi
Lost… His first flight Baggage as well
Stuck on edge… Among puddles Our auto rickshaw
Stuck in middle. In the traffic… Only way to cross
Same faces. On same train… This one late
Stare. Into mirror… My pouff
Swirlin’… Around my feet Fat mosquitoes
Bad cut. Now my head… A helmet.
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