They stand facing the streetlight
Bathing individually in its light
The car arrives and they get in
One after the other, carefully
The car leaves
They forgot their shadows
They remain stuck to the sidewalk
The morning sweeper finds them
She sighs and unsticks them
She carries them on her back
She hangs them on her clothesline
Here they dry and finally weep
In the evening they slip down
Join hands and walk away
They rent a house in the sweeper colony
And here they live contently
In a simple house beside a streetlight
-
Chandni Girija
Day 08 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2022
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