Ivy
That somnolent branch
Bottle-green, solitary
Dewy and alive
After a drizzle
Sits on a red brick wall
And moves with the balmy breeze
Breaking my morning reverie
I gaze at it
Framed in the grimy window
Of the Mumbai local
As toes in battered chappals
Scuttle up and down the bars
For a moment, I forget
The repugnance of reeking
Filth on the tracks
And the jostling-for-space human flesh
As the babel of screams
Turns into a fading echo
Bottle-green, solitary
Dewy and alive
After a drizzle
Sits on a red brick wall
And moves with the balmy breeze
Breaking my morning reverie
I gaze at it
Framed in the grimy window
Of the Mumbai local
As toes in battered chappals
Scuttle up and down the bars
For a moment, I forget
The repugnance of reeking
Filth on the tracks
And the jostling-for-space human flesh
As the babel of screams
Turns into a fading echo
2 Comments:
I love it..awesome.
absolutely gorgeous...simple,short, yet sensual.wah wah!! :)
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