Special Section: Meghna Kaul

Meghna Kaul

Behold

From the window of this 

building

 the sight was too beautiful to escape,

 A sacred dawn bathed in the orange glow 

the winding streets destined the path,

that dissected far and wide in its sweep

 The wisps of clouds were bunch of fragmented memories

 keeping that in heart

many footfalls made their way through the path,

Every day with murmur of desire

 many walk towards their goal higher and higher,

The suave and sombre

 the elegant and highbrow

 a feel of it you carry when you walk on this road

 and be a part of its glow,

But when the autumn falls

 and blossoms shed

 leaving residue,

 of dried vestiges of unfulfilled dreams 

still feeling the pangs of not belonging to this place

the encroachers, the outsiders

something within them shrieks

 The city embraces many in its arms

but many are still in the pavement

  trying to carve out a piece of it for themselves,

Half of their life spent in pursuing their dream

 half trying to be a part of this place

  The cottage wraps a sense of calm and content

 a part that lives with peace away from glutton,

 of pursuing hard for more and more

 with the voice cracked and the throat sore

 Instead it stares calmly

 taking in this beautiful dawn in its early break

Whenever you feel constricted and dark

there is a chink that opens slight

leads you to a path of golden light

a path of hope and faith 

Let’s try your luck in the cityscape.

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Setu, December 2025