Shriram Iyengar


The Dawn

A single caw flew across the trees,
Whispering its way through darkness.
I watched the pale light fall,
Upon barren branches and withered leaves
Waiting for a dropp to quench slaked throats.
It is an unusual morning, I thought,
To be asleep.
I walked through the lonely street,
Snaking endlessly through graveled earth.

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