Sunday, May 6, 2018

Kushal Poddar writes

December Delhi

Instead of Old Delhi 

the journey ends
in a cold Delhi.

My hands whisper
inside the warm holes
of my trousers.

Are you you?
I ask the close friend,
stranger emerging
from oblivion.

Fog, perchance to forget.

Image result for delhi in winter paintings
India gate -- Ainesh Mujoo

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