A Walk In The Smog Poem by Nosheen Irfan
A Walk In The Smog
I don't know where it goes
The road we are walking on
Tentative footsteps lurk
Around edges of a garden
Where silence has stretched
Like an elastic waistband
Across the blades of grass
Every step I take towards you
Carries me far from myself
But does that stop me in my tracks
Do I rearchitect my route?
Smog is not just hovering above
It is inside me as well
Carving paths in the jungle.
Love is a road we travel down with tentative steps because we want love to work and blossom. you have written a delightfully exquisite poem that goes to my favourites.
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5/6/2024 9:23:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Smog is inside me as well... the quest to scan the own soul adds dignity to the corpus of the poem. I appreciate the meticulous review of esteemed poet David. A wonderful poem. To my favourites.