Ode to the Walk

Ode to the Walk

A creative arc that joins
the two spectrums of a joke…
The beauty of life that
basks on a lap
south to the south of Delhi,
gets a second glance from
the reality resting on
the broad shoulders of toil.

Four floors, text book myths,
sheer luck separate us…
I await my tea, an exam,
pen, poetry, seashore,
some old songs
that make me sob for the morrow
with tears from yesterday.
They cry on May 23, Saturday,
leave dreams on a pile of bile,
and walk for today, the day!

– Leslie


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