And I hear the clutter of wheels
And shouts of the hawkers
From the dusty street
I feel the wind against my face
And stop breathing for a while
It smells of rotten vegetables
From the road side drain
I shut the windows and think
About you sitting on the wooden cot
You will be getting ready for school
Wearing your pink saree
You must be thinking if the auto
Will come or not
As incessant rain has killed
The cattle and dragged the corpses
To deposit at the middle of the road
The wind has stopped
Behind the building where from
Sound of harmonium spilled into the street
Dear poet Tiku akp, hello and thanks for this wonderful poem, really you could draw very fine poetic imagery in this lovely piece of work, thanks again for sharing your poetic feeling with us, well done and have a top mark 10++
As incessant rain has killed The cattle and dragged the corpses To deposit at the middle of the road
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The wind has stopped Behind the building where from Sound of harmonium spilled into the street