Djinns Poem by Ravi Kopra

Djinns



Passing by the buildings'
Walls in New Delhi suburbs,
Smell of urine.

A dilapated house falling apart
Amid sunburban homes in New Delhi,
Heaps of garbage, babies' diapers, stench, flies.

The dust whorls in air
Roasted by Indian midsummer sun
Hold djinns that carry your soul to hell.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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