Like a lightning flashes with thunder
To reassure against the gloomy grey
Her frail frame supports oversized garb
As if the overstretched penumbra
Cloaks the feebleness with his pretence
It is a rainy dusk on her return from work
An eager ear wary of tip toe from corners
And an eye on lurking shadow of the day
The wick smolders from an unfinished day
The smoke is yet to enter the exhaust
For the dawn will now unwrap itself
And interrogate the missing hands of clock
With a smaller foot stretched to hold the shoe
She stomps assuringly on the pot holes
Then the smile that awaits her with open arms
Erases the grey of the vibrant day.
Delhi
22.52 hrs
2103
27.11.23
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