The baby dew drop still sleepy
The cradle leaf is crisply green
The sun is raring for the hike
The dust-speckled bulb shines
The smell of dosha batter reigns
The single hair bun turbaned by
The red-bordered wide-meshed
White towel
Bobs
Ascending a rhythm to everything
-
Chandni Girija
Day 16 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
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