Eyelore

Maroon

Lifting in a cloud

A saree swaying in the crowd

An elephant sashaying aloud

It is like a bullet to my heart

A burst so sudden I am gone

Then I am back

And I watch 

Eyelashes

So long 

Irises brown, pupils red

Round world

Swallowing all down 

I wallow like a pillow

Holding the punch of the resting head

It makes no sense I know 

But for crying out loud

Wetness flows like no stops

Breaking in thuds

Over little dams

Wetness seeps

Irrigates the field

Do these seeds break ground?

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Chandni Girija

Day 01 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026