Writer and Doodler
They’re not as cautious as other birds,
these passerines along Central Park West
hopping between hillocks of cobbled stone
or perched on the shoulder of the park wall,
not as patient as country birds who eat alone,
who don’t contend with pigeons or waterfowl,
nor shake exhaust fumes from their feathered coats.
Continue reading “Lines Composed Outside the Museum of Natural History”
My tormented world.
Hindi blogger: Stories, Poems, Recipes, Psychology, Travelogue, Current Affairs
but not hip enough to have a better blog name
A little something for you.
Beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer.
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
Poetry straddling two millennia
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