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| Nivedita Roy |
The Humble Lamppost
Frothy tea in a humble cup
The first sip of that warm beverage
Dawn lights overpowering the humble lamp
The misty streets carpeted with those crispy leaves
The lonely benches that cradle the homeless
The rejuvenating smell of the early morning wafting through the city,
The city is lazily waking up to a new day
Rising from it slumber like a prima donna
Awakening, arising to the sound of reason
The voices upping the ante, higher decibels
The chants grow with the tinkling of the bells
Echo that floats embracing the nippy breeze
Shunning procrastination the city bounces to life
Nature beckons the city to breathe deeply be awakened
Far in the horizon,
The grey smoke rising from the chimneys
Diffusing its monstrous arms
Choking the entire stretch of the human habitat
The city chokes, its weakening limbs flailing
The helpless lamppost gazes blankly
Perhaps wondering at its failing spark...
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