Nature poetry, Uncategorized

Old window

Let me open this old window.
Its hinges make creepy sound,
As it opens out, with difficulty,

To vistas of light and shadow.
Night’s queen bloomed below.
I can smell the morning grass

Behind the red-and-white sari
That hangs on the clothesline
Amid shattered pieces of a sky.

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