I staggered
much
thought less and
was confused more
this room is full
old almirahs
of freshly painted smell
too many
chairs
to want to
sit, artifacts, curios and rich
I slipped
to the balcony
crawled over,
all eyes to the greenery
spacious and
fresh
butterflies
then eagles, thoughts throbbed
and winged
high
body returned
, this room is full to its pleasure.
You are a gifted writer, Sreeja. I will be reading more of your posts. You write much the way that I do most times. A prose that flows like music is what you have achieved.
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