In The Bathroom - Poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
Beige shower curtains,
cover shy, naked body,
from peeping mirrors.
Showers and faucets,
change into cascades and streams,
on fingers' voodoo.
garden in the tub.
Lather on fingers,
unadorned plastic walls,
verses on my mind.
Ale of hot and cold,
truths and lies- tighly entwined,
morn's quota of life.
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