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| Pic by Hiranya Rahul |
Ratter – tatter, the drops fall by
caressing the red polished dust
Giving tingles,
Fractionating the roughness
From the tender heel
Again, again and again.
Darkness rise,
he snuggles
Clutched to the edge,
Of the icy blurred window
Startled by the wintry floors
Clambers up
Un – bedimming the bedim,
the streaming waters
scratched his petite claws
with flattened chin,
hushed the mirror
Are there walls soft and warm?
Are there walls slender and tall?
( Inspired by Hiranya Rahul Photography)
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