Pure Poem by Bharat Mehru

Pure



I love
going on
frequent
short trips
because
through a
bus window
I see
swiftly-
changing faces
rapidly-
approaching
new places
before
mind could
put a caption
on a sight
and impure it
through worldly
definitions
the sight
is left behind
and another
sight appears-
with a new pure face
with a new pure place
that keeps me
smiling.

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Bharat Mehru

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