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Journey of a Morning

I

The flowers coming to life, like the sun

marching to monarchy for hours,

the flowerpots watered with the wet

weaves of hair of housewives winnowed

with a towel in the balconies.

II

A rare inhumanly absence of noise

regardless of alive

humans all around. People straightening

their curls and curling their straight hair

with no smiles, smirks or sobs;

Silence.

III

The moron of the colony sleeping

by the road, picking his nose.

thanking God for listening

to only him and not

gifting the rain

prayed for, by the whole town.

IV

A blurred view of new lovers

semi naked inside their shattered

window glasses and room;

scratching heads

because of the promises they made

last night in bed.

V

The envious shared stares

between the privileged dogs

caught in a leash,

and the dogs lying down in the streets

irresponsibly free.

VI

Empty bottles by the bed, full of

pungent smell,

accompanied with a borrowed

half-filled

pack of flavored cigarettes, their scents

like everything but tobacco.

VII

Burnt bread for breakfast

accompanied by a boiling tea, the religious

chants all over the street.

Shining, sweaty, and unwashed clothes

to sustain another day.

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Bio:

Shaurya Pathania holds a Masters Degree in English Literature from University of Delhi, India. He has a keen interest in poetry, books, sleep and food. Some of his works have appeared, or are forthcoming in JAKE, A coup of owls press, Synchronized Chaos, Song of Eretz review, Exist Otherwise and elsewhere. You can find him @shauryapathani4 on Twitter.

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