Monday, September 4, 2017

A Song 172




Bewda....
fell off the bed
morning;
grandma clocks at rest;
rushed tea;
on the run bows
to snoozy Vittala;
forgets mobile;
train hoots absent at
the station;
rests on the edge of a
wooden bench taken
over by a drunk;
collapsed on the drunk
stirring a howl....
Bewda...

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