A Winter day



(Delhi
, 2008)

A haze all around

The sun, a prisoner in the vault of Space

Mist on the trees

And the grey leaves of winter

All around.

Biting cold,

The dew perturbed

By passing feet

On the remaining spots of grass

In a grey, decaying field.

Bright lights

From vehicles passing by;

The arc of light cutting a torch

Through the fog

And lighting up the eerie air.

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