Moistureless leaves of sacred fig ,
burning gracefully in amber lamps.
Bustling traffic,
their blinding, swift
window lights !
Impenetrable brown
antiquated buildings . .
Vendors persuading you
to try their scattered wood,
fabrics, headfones, umbrellas,scarfs,
ribboned delicate belly shoes.
One thing I cherish
always and most -
Moss lining the grey
statues of freedom fighters .
so carefully bred !
Yes , I am talking of
Churchgate ♥
2 comments:
Il semble que vous soyez un expert dans ce domaine, vos remarques sont tres interessantes, merci.
- Daniel
superb poem , greatly expressed.
i loved this .
vijay
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